Black Hair

I’m usually not very impulsive. I always take my time thinking things out. Sometimes I take so much time it turns into overthinking, but last night couldn’t be more different. I’ve been contemplating dying my hair black for years now. I always find some worry or reason not to, though. My mom told me I should wait to get it done by professionals, but the waiting was what was shooting me down. The more time I had to think about it, the more I convinced myself it was a bad idea. Last night, as I was scrolling on my phone, the strongest urge suddenly hit me. I jumped up and called my friend to tell her it was happening. We drove to the store and bought dye, and just started painting the color in. I didn’t give myself the time to overthink it or back out; I just did it. Today I woke up with no regrets. I don’t know why I was so scared or why I didn’t commit sooner. I hope that this moment of impulsiveness will set me up to overthink less in the future. YOLO!!!

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Its Finally Done

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It’s finally over. I’ve applied to all the colleges and universities I wanted to. Now all I have to do is wait for the rest of my responses. The application process was not as bad as I thought it was, stressful yes, but when you get everything done, it feels accelerating and rewarding. 

Finishing the work required feels more rewarding than the actual reply from said universities. In my personal experience, getting the email saying “you’ve been accepted” hasn’t really done much for me emotionally. A couple of days ago, I received an email with my acceptance letter from a school in New York. I did not even realize I had received it until 24 hours later, and even then, I did not feel any acceleration. The only time I felt happy was when I saw the scholarship I received. 

In the upcoming emails, I hope I actually feel some over-the-top emotion and not just twenty seconds of mild happiness.

Complacent Divided

Hating is easy. Complaining about inconvenience is easy. Antagonizing the world is easy. Destroying in a tantrum is easy. But regardless of whether the hate is justified, it is in human nature to keep pursuing ease once exposed to and comfortable with it. And yet ease is rarely what we need.

Overcoming is hard. Fixing what’s flawed is hard. Understanding one another is hard. Giving the benefit of the doubt is hard. But recently, it seems as though people have become complacent with ease.

More than ever, I believe that we need to be more patient and willing to cooperate with one another. As much as I struggle with social interaction, it is an immovable truth that both my school community and the world at large are filled with people I constantly need to converse and engage with. So why are we so hateful? Why are we so quick to point fingers and pinpoint a single source of blame? Why do we not think twice about the things we say? Why can’t we meet halfway?

Of course, not everything in life works out as intended. No matter how much they try, some people may be inherently incompatible. But that highlights my point: we have to try. Despite our school’s exceptionally small student population, a lot of us don’t know each other particularly well. And yet, everyone is so quick to complain, assume, and accuse. If we are all forced to coexist and depend on one another, then we might as well try to understand one another.

How Many People Have Ever Lived On Earth?

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