Typically, the high school experience is four years of your life. For some it is the best time of times, others spend those four years hating who they are, the people around them and get through each day knowing high school is only 700 days of their life. I fell somewhere in between. Those four years were definitely fun, I had some amazing friends that helped guide me through those awkward years but I was incredibly thankful when I got to start over as a freshman on a college campus.
Little did I know, those petty, insecure, judgmental and ridiculous notions that should have died with my formative years would sneak back into my life. Maybe it’s just human nature to feel the need to tear others down in order to build yourself up, maybe the only way some can get through the day is to build needless tension in the relationships they have with people – these are the days when I’m unsure if changing my minor from psychology was a good or bad idea. I also can’t help but wonder if the world would be a happier place if we could worry about ourselves, build each other up and just let things happen. Add those to my list of rhetorical questions for the universe.
Mindless television is a guilty pleasure of mine, I appreciate the opportunity to lose myself in another world without all the work of reading a book (yes, I realize how lazy that is). The guiltiest of pleasures is my weekly dose of The Real Housewives on Bravo. Currently, the New York ladies are gracing my television screen. I enjoy watching the New York season, I can’t explain why other than I find them incredibly entertaining…until recently. Over the last month or so I have developed an increased sense of irritation when watching the stories of a couple of the women. I’ll spare you the gory details but essentially one woman has been getting an extreme amount of grief from a select group of other women for not “making an effort” in their relationships, siting her personal trauma as an unacceptable excuse to spend time with her daughter or to focus on her already existing relationships. I continue to remain shocked each time this woman is told she isn’t doing enough to make new friends, is not open enough with what is going on in her life with her new “friends” or should be spending her time with these new “friends” instead of with her child. With a hoarse voice after screaming at the television, I find myself defending this woman who wants nothing more than to make it through a difficult time in her life. I can’t help but ask myself, when did these women make the shift back to a high school mentality but it occurred to me today that we actually might never have left it behind in the first place.
One of the nice things about being an adult is you have the option choose who to surround yourself with and can put the effort into maintaining positive relationships with those that build you up, encourage you and support you through the daily grind. In the spirit of living a healthier life: mind, body and soul; I am choosing to stay positive and to surround myself with the people that can reciprocate those characteristics. Life is too short to waste your time knocking people down and I know damn well that my life is too short to LET anyone knock me down. Time to take care of you and those that care about you.
Now go do something nice for someone.