I really savour writing about my travels on my blog, it’s like clasping a memory very tightly and having the ability to release it along with a sparkle of nostalgia whenever I please. That being said, I’ve been extremely sentimental recently about a specific trip I had about a year ago. At the end of March last year back in high school, several students with chaperons and I headed out to Dublin, Ireland to represent our school at a Model United Nations conference. It’s by far one of my favorite weeks ever and I constantly remember it with a smile. I just knew I was going to have a wonderful time in Ireland when I had an entire conversation with the Irish Customs Man and he said: “So, you’re going to solve the world’s problems, eh? You go girl!”
Blessings and Hilarity Ensue
My anxiety over the course of the last semester really had me clinging to my comfort zone in many ways. I spent most of it in my cozy room, happy with the constant peace. Shortly after, my serenity was put to a quick halt, causing me to realize I was using it as a shield and not experiencing enough of the world around me. It’s funny, I’m quite different than the person I was upon my arrival to Germany, it’s lovely how pushing yourself can really change everything.
“We don’t make mistakes, just happy little accidents.”
― Bob Ross
We can be pretty hard on ourselves, can’t we? I’m not sure why but in an essence, I think it’s because of how society functions. You’ll be told that no one is perfect and that’s exactly how it should be. But then again, it’s still perfection-obsessed whether we like it or not and a lot of the time, people are identified for something they’ve done wrong. Let’s admit it, mistakes make for juicer gossip sessions. Having a misstep can be an agonizing experience for a lot of us but if you know about me and my blog, you know I prefer changing perspective.
When I think of women, I visualize people who can relate to my problems and concerns, a community of individuals who understand each other and are allies. When I think of women, I imagine independent and powerful individuals who can do anything they set their mind to with their great dedication and hard work. When I think of women, I also, sadly, recall gossip that’s been said about me or drama that I’ve been through.
As previously mentioned on my blog, girl-on-girl hate is something I’ve been through before and we can all agree that a lot of us have suffered through a similar experience at school, university, or work regardless of age or nationality. The way we treat each can be extremely awful and the fact that we can’t help it is pretty disheartening.
“One of the reasons has actually been because a girl’s primary language consists of drama, no matter where you are in the world. This typically arises at the end of middle school and happens to stick with the species for the continuation of their lifetime, leading to crying, gossip, and the never ending desire to be sassy.” – Basant She in The Ones We Let Go of