Live. Love. Laugh.

I had a conversation today with someone.  And it stuck with me.  Perhaps it was because my throat was a bit sore from yelling.  Perhaps it was because of the words he used.  But, perhaps it was because the subject matter we spoke about got just a little too deep for comfort.

He told me that in the world of this law school, in the midst of our post-grad reality, two of my friends managed to become the epitome of "frat boys" and that somehow I had become their sorority girl follower.  He called our behavior and "immaturity" a feat for law school and scoffed that in my last months of "university-living," I would choose to spend my time even conversing with these two.  He said that he lost respect for me after I told him that I was having fun.

After we finished the "conversation" and after the letters, "G.K.Y." finally stopped flashing in my head, I calmed down and write the following now:

Yes. To most everyone in this world I am superficial.  Not in a bad way, but in the way where not many to see the real me.  Most only see the surface.  I am perfectly okay with that.  I am okay with my surface personality and I am VERY OKAY with who I am.

As I type this post, I am not baring my soul.  I am not telling you what I really feel about this situation.  I'm not taking down the wall.  I don't use this blog as an outlet for emotion, and I never will.  I will use it to show you shoes I like, things I love, things I hate, and to tell you about my hilarious friends.  I take pleasure in making people happy. I like to look pretty.  I like to make people laugh.  I like to hang out with all sorts of people for a few weeks/months/years and make memories to cherish.  I like living.  I never want to have to conform.  I never want to apologize for my choices.  I'm never going to.  I am who I am, and I'm not perfect, but I'm PERFECTLY HAPPY with me.

The point of this blog post is to just say this: If you're doing something that makes you incredibly happy, no matter how small or how big it may be, keep doing it.  Our lives are measured in moments and memories, and how dull our existence would be if we tried to fit them into some pre-supposed outline?  I almost let someone get me down today because he tried to convince me that his way of thinking, and his self-proclaimed "right" way of life, was the only way.  The superior way.  But it's not.  And this isn't to say that my way is the only way to live, either.

But I know this: living and loving and laughing has never led me astray.