Fuck You, gud.

As a blogger (never really thought of myself in that way…) sometimes I read articles by other bloggers, mostly on Thought Catalog, that are interesting, thought-provoking, and inspiring. And then I get this monumental urge to write something in relation to their article. I’ve had that happen about two or three times today. However, somehow the minutes between deciding I wanted to write in relation to those articles and finally opening up WordPress have diminished my desire to do so. And now I just feel blah.

I’ve also decided to start writing tonight’s post early. Like, at least 6 hours early, in the hopes that I’ll get to bed “on time”. And also because it’s only week one and I already have what seems like a pile of homework. Maybe I need to have a better attitude about homework and it won’t seem like it’s the end of the world every day. I think I officially have Senioritis. I don’t want to do anything, but unlike high school, I actually have shitloads of stuff to do.

I’m also kind of nervous about going to the gym today, for the first time ever, by myself. The amusing and ironic part of it is that I read an article today on Thought Catalog entitled Stop Caring What Everyone Else Thinks, which basically mirrored my hypocritical thoughts about the whole issue of caring what others think of you.

Relatedly, whenever I go outside to exercise around my neighborhood, for some reason the paranoia sets in and I think to myself ridiculous things like “I bet my neighbors are watching me, thinking ‘look at that fat girl‘” and whoever they might be saying that to might be replying with “‘yeah, but at least she’s doing something about her weight.'” Every. Single. Time. I guess that’s how insecurities work. But hey, at least I am doing something about my weight. I’m more confident and comfortable with who I am today than I ever have been.

I don’t have stupid, ignorant and naive high schoolers watching me with their peer-pressuring eyes, making me feel insecure on a day to day basis anymore. That’s the wonderful thing about college, actually. Especially art/design college. Nobody really gives a fuck what you look like, to be honest. And if they do, it’s most likely because they’re stuck in their high school mentality, or they’re a snobby fashion design student, if it’s related to clothing choices. True story.

Lastly, I just saw THIS on Facebook from güd:

And I am (probably unnaturally) infuriated with the message. UNTHANKFUL for European-style bathing suits? THAT’S FUCKING IGNORANT. Like, ugh, I can’t even properly express how angry that makes me. In a world that has been trying to get people to accept themselves and all kinds of weird things, this is just unacceptable. IF YOU WANT TO WEAR A EUROPEAN-STYLE BATHING SUITS, THERE IS ABSOLUTELY NOTHING WRONG WITH THAT, SO GO THE FUCK AHEAD.