the story of my awakening was much less of a grand epic story of teenage angst… more like wayy to much time alone in my apartment at 21. i have realized the basics like what i like to watch on tv, read, or even what i prefer for dinner. i don’t like to drink or party with friends, i’d rather learn an instrument or write a poem. i believed myself to be boring, mundane is the word i use. but i woke up one morning with a realization that maybe i am cool and exciting in my own way. On a journey of self discovery!

absolutely not. i am just boring. but boring to whom? society? my friends from high school?

my family? why. why is choosing to stay home mundane? is it not exciting in its own way to navigate trials and conflicts without self medicating with grandiose party’s and binge drinking?

i think so, and that is my great awakening. i am awoken to the fact, that I am interesting and unique. the time spent in my apartment will never outweigh the potential regret from too much to drink. i am thankful for the loneliness that sometimes lingers and the slumber that held me down too long. i am awoken to myself and my discovery of what makes me who i am.