The 10 Things I Think About
A stranger in a museum. Photo is mine.This post won’t be long. And it won’t be much of a literary work. I am simply going to give a detailed list of things I have been thinking about deeply recently, and then leave you with a sort of discussion question. (You don’t actually need to have a discussion about the question, I just don’t know what else to call it.) So, here we go.
I think that there are songs that exist in the universe of music that are perfect. This means that they encompass every feeling I think is possible within the human experience. I also think that everyone has their own ideas of the songs they find perfect, and I think these songs can change over time. My top 5 perfect songs right now are: ‘Caroline’ by Briston Maroney, ‘Going to California’ by Led Zeppelin, ‘Pink+White’ by Frank Ocean, ‘I Was Dancing in The Lesbian Bar’ by Jonathan Richman, and ‘Sound & Color’ by Alabama Shakes. I am not sure why these songs are so perfect to me, and I am not sure I will ever know. But what I do know is music heals, it speaks to and for the soul, music life. These songs, to me, are my life.
Putin is the biggest asshole of our generation, and I hope he gets what is coming for him. That’s all for this one.
Why do societal standards, regarding what one looks like, exist? For example, I feel like women are made to feel like they need to have huge boobs, a big butt, a waist the size of a Barbie doll, a gorgeous bronzed tan, absolutely no body hair, and perfect skin. Let's talk about how unrealistic this is really quick. I am an alabaster redhead with freckles and moles, hormonal acne, AND I have hair. If I try to tan, I burn instead, I get razor bumps cause my skin is sensitive, so I am never completely smooth. And on top of those things, I developed an eating disorder because I thought I was not good enough, pretty enough, or thin enough. All bodies are beautiful, no matter what shape, size, color, or texture for that matter. We all need to love each other, nourish our bodies the best we can, and give a big ol’ middle finger to anyone who tries to shoot us down.
How does one not like water? Like when you ask someone who doesn’t feel well if they have drank any water that day, and they respond with “I don’t like water”, what the hell does that even mean. You need water to literally LIVE, how can you dislike it? Especially because there is nothing as refreshing as a glass of water. It just boggles my mind and I think about this consistently. And saying “I am thirsty” but then only drinking something like let’s say… Pepsi… is doing nothing for your thirst. Drink water.
I wonder sometimes what kind of mom I would be, or if being a mom is even in the cards I have been given to play. Would my kids love me as much as my sister and I love our mom? Would I be a strict mom or a cool mom with certain rules and boundaries, who still lets my child explore themselves and their youth. Would I be able to give up so much of myself in order to be a mom? Do I want to adopt, have kids, or both? I know I am young and I don’t necessarily need to think about these things now, but I do. Time flies after all.
This one is short and sweet: Why do men……? You can fill in the blank.
If by some miracle I ever attend a fashion show at the same time as Anna Wintour, and I get to speak with her (or better yet sit next to her), would she be scary OR would we become bffs? I like to think that we would be besties, I mean how could Anna Wintour not LOVE me. But seriously. I cannot think of another woman in fashion I admire as much as Anna. I think she is the reason I fell in love with fashion and editorial. I would love to tell her that.
My dad and I have playlists we made for each other that we continue to add to regularly. When I was back at home we would often share music and go on drives to get ice cream while hard rock played through the speakers. Knowing we listen to each other’s favorite songs, have matching tattoos dedicated to one of his favorite songs and artists, and us both having music as a sort of love language, means the world to me.
Cats are better than dogs. I will die on this hill. Nothing and no one can change my mind.
The big number ten. Scary isn’t it. The tenth biggest thing that has been occupying my mind recently is how I have nearly ONE QUARTER left of my freshman year of college. HOW IS THAT POSSIBLE?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?! It feels like my family gave me a huge hug before dropping me off only yesterday, and yet it has been almost six months. It makes me so emotional. What felt like the most daunting experience has become the most beautiful accomplishment. Only three years to go now. Crazy.
I encourage you to do this. I actually write stuff like this in my journal late at night when I can't sleep. I get all the things I can’t stop thinking about, out of my head, so that the next time I am up all night, there will be new things. I do this for what I am grateful for, things I want, and things that scare me also. I think it's the most helpful thing I do for myself. SO, I hope you like my list, and I am curious as to what yours might be. Share it with me if you like. All my love and then some.
-Miss O
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