I am awful falafel. I know, I know. I said I’d keep posting but college and everything that comes with it is overwhelming.
Anyway, during 9:30 physics today I was eating string cheese and chewing with my mouth open whilst sloppily chatting with my neighbor, whom I met on the first night of orientation. I’d gotten up early for my 8:30 calculus class this morning, hadn’t put anything in my stomach but caramel macchiato, and was probably coming down with something since many of my close friends are sick as death. But being utterly unrestrainedly silly (and gross) like the goofball I am perked me up immediately. We both thoroughly enjoyed that great string-cheese-impeded conversation and I was suddenly super pumped for physics, which I hate. Actually I’m coming around on physics. But another story for another time.
I’m not saying you should have absolutely no shame whatsoever and free reign to do whatever you want. If you happen to shoot someone in the head because you were messing around with a gun, yes you should be ashamed. I’m saying that you shouldn’t feel shame being completely yourself. The one that changed about me between junior and senior year of high school was that I started being myself. The good, the bad, the awkward, the sassy. And I became so so much happier. And people saw the real me and they liked the real me.
(try to) Slurp your string cheese during physics lectures.
Be a guy who likes My Little Pony (bronies I’m lookin’ atchu)
Coin weird terms like “that’s awful falafel” and “aww, you poor marshmallow”.
Spaz out because Legend of Korra’s coming back on Friday.
Life is so much easier when you take off the mask and bare your beautiful soul. Take no shame in it.