Pasergetic (Passionate + Energetic = Pasergetic) 

People chase after normalcy, I run away from it. 

Society has created an image of the perfect family as a wife, husband, a daughter, and a son. Mommy stays home and watches the kids while daddy goes out and makes the money. There’s a home cooked meal on the table every day of the week and pizzas are ordered over the weekend as a treat. But this isn’t everyone’s reality. The families that I know are living paycheck to paycheck. Daddy normally isn’t in the picture. There are no big houses or fancy cars. There’s apartment buildings, Hondas, and Toyotas. But that’s not what we see on tv. That’s not what we read in books. We start to ask ourselves, “Why did we get the short end of the stick?” But should we let the media dictate what the short end of the stick is? Should we feel less than because we don’t have a white picket fence and a picture perfect family? Should we feel like an oddball for not wanting that? What if we want adventure and not the mundane bullshit we see on Desperate Housewives? So what if my vision of my future is different from mainstream media? My less-than-perfect family will be just as great as yours. If not, better. And my far-less-mundane life will be just as great as yours. But I’m sure it’ll be better. 
Yours truly, 

The poor lesbian who’s clearly been affected by intersectionality  

  

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A Letter to my Future Self.

2015 was one hell of a year to say the least. It isn’t until the end of the year that you realize just how much your life has changed from the beginning of the year. In January of this year, I was not a college graduate. However, I am now. In January of this same year, I had a different job, a different daily routine, and a different mindset. I feel freer than I’ve ever felt yet I continue to have moments of frustrating stagnation. I feel more peaceful than ever before yet I continue to have moments of great nosiness. I feel at ease yet I continue to experience emotional turbulence. And quite frankly, I’m sick of it. I’m making a promise to myself that 2016 will be a year of less emotional turbulence and more emotional stability. I want to fall in love over and over again, particularly with the same person, yet be able to do the same with myself. I want to love me so much that if I get my heart broken, I can say to myself, “But at least you got you.” I refuse to rely on anyone to bring me happiness yet I am open to people complementing my happiness and perhaps increasing it. In 2016, I will be the best version of me to date. I will continue to speak my mind and continue to be honest while doing so. I will follow my grandma’s advice and “do the right thing” even if it means telling a cashier that they gave me too much change back. I will continue to tell those I love just how much I love them. And I will love strangers too. In 2016, I want to judge less and empathize more. I want to spend as much time as possible with my loved ones yet dedicate an adequate amount of time to me. I want to visit new places and reminisce about old places. I want to spend more time enjoying and appreciating money as opposed to stressing about it yet remain humble and realize that money can never buy happiness. In 2016, I will continue to stand my ground and state my opinions with confidence yet be open-minded enough to appreciate someone doing the same. I will not fight ignorance with ignorance but I will try to provide knowledge in every situation that I can. In 2016, I will learn new things. I’ll learn new things about people, places, and things. In 2016, I want to complain less and appreciate more. I want to find one good thing about every day. I want to embrace the good things and let go of the bad. In 2016, want to cry more tears of joy than tears of pain yet remind myself that it’s okay to cry in painful situations. In 2016, I want to experience change as I did in 2015. I want to find a new hobby, smile about new things, laugh at new jokes, and love in new ways. Never any less though, I always want to love more.

I mean, not in an unrequited love type way but in a love my mom more than ever type way. I want to love more in a love my sister more every day type way. What I mean by I always want to love more is love my girlfriend more than yesterday which seemed unimaginable yesterday type way. Or in a, “I’ve never had a friend love me more than she does,” type way.

You guys get it, don’t you?

Yours truly,

The hippie ass, “love is the answer,” love thy neighbor but doesn’t affiliate herself with any religion, but if love were a religion, she’d be a follower, lesbian