I read an article on Refinery 29 UK the other day about being ghosted by a friend. First of all, I had to look up ghosting because I’m not what you call “hip.” Also, I had a feeling I knew what it means just from the context clues in the headline, but I wanted to be sure. If you’re uncool like me, ghosting is basically when someone disappears from your life without letting you know, without a real reason. Most commonly it’s used romantically, with a hook-up buddy, significant other, etc. The article written by a young woman who was ghosted by someone she thought was her best friend, until she up and disappeared from her life without a trace. Not only did I relate to that ordeal, but the writer talks about how a breakup with a friend is worse than a romantic breakup with a significant other. I’ve written about that before, but boy did reading it from someone else stir up some hidden (aka buried) emotions.
As I write this, I’m wearing a face mask and drinking wine, so you could say I feel a bit basic right about now. Anyway, warmer weather is here (if you’re lucky) and it’s time to prepare yourself for all the activities and adventures that ensue once the weather gets warm. You can’t just throw on a tank and shorts and get on out there, that would be too easy. Once you get older (or just less reckless), you’ll understand how to take care of yourself better. That includes taking care of your skin, hair, and body, you won’t be young forever.
As my four years of undergrad come to an end, I look back at how much change happened, the important decisions I had to make, and the decisions I never thought I would have to make. I never thought I would transfer universities after two years, I never thought I would change my major, and I never thought I would not graduate on time. Yet here I am, May 2016 and I am not graduating.
Recently, I’ve been listening to a lot of old music, soul music, throwback music and I can’t help but notice a common theme: the age 16. Why is 16 the main focus of many of these songs I used to love and listen to on repeat? I asked myself, was being 16 all that great? For me, it really wasn’t. Not to say it was bad, but it wasn’t so influential that I’ll find myself writing about it over and over again (this doesn’t count). So here I am sharing a few thoughts.