Learnin'
A Lesson I’ve Learned:
You know in all the movies, when they show women driving across the country in a convertible with the top down, their hair tied back neatly in a scarf?
That is total bullshit.
I usually only drive with my top down through town, where I’m going between 20 and 50mph, and it is CRAZY windy. If you tied a cute little scarf to your head to keep your cute little hairdo in place, the thing would blow off and fly away in five seconds flat.
My recommendation?
In every convertible, you need a bunch of elastic ponytail holders, and a headband. I originally thought that just ponytailing it would work, but no no no. All those wispy little things around your face that make you pretty? They also fly into your eyes and make you blind. Use the headband/ponytail holder combo! Love it! Know it well!
These are the things they should really be teaching our youth in school. Carry a headband in your convertible, avoid guys in bands, don’t save up all the fancy soap for a special occasion, and other such important lessons.
Other lessons I’ve learned?
Fear is stupid. I used to be afraid of a lot of things. Then there was the day when my dad was in the hospital after having a stroke, and I got the call that he probably wasn’t going to survive the day, so I should come to the hospital. I drove up, went to his room, and his bed was empty. My mom wasn’t there. I couldn’t find *anyone*. I walked down to ICU to see if he’d been moved there, and still couldn’t find anyone. I spent an entire half hour walking the halls of the hospital like a zombie, trying to find out SOMETHING. Finally about half an hour later, I checked his room again and he was back. They had just taken him downstairs for some tests. After that kind of fear, and the crazy dread I felt every time the phone rang for the four months until he died, the “is this THE call?” worry, everything else seems a lot easier. I remember as I was walking down that sterile white, fluorescent lighted hospital hallway, that if I could just make it through this, nothing would ever be scary again.
You can spend a lot of time trying to impress someone, but until you stop *trying*, you’ll never know the amazing feeling of being loved for who you already are.
You can’t wait around to do things because you are single. I used to put off vacations because I couldn’t get someone to go with me- none of my friends were both able to get off work AND afford the trip. Finally? Somewhere around 19 I said screw it and started traveling alone. Best decision ever. I’m now planning my 2010 Round the World Trip. If I can find someone to go with me by then, awesome, because it will be way cheaper. If not? I’m a tough chick, I can do it solo. I may even enjoy it more that way.
I’m pretty sure that most of my readers are older, but if you happen to be in that hellish phase of your life we call high school? A few tips. A) There are more important things than what college you go to. Have some fun. B) Those people whose opinions you worry about? A few years from now you will wonder why you EVER cared what they thought about you. C) Things get better. I promise.
Funny enough, just as I was typing this, Prana posted in the chat room:
prana: oh! that is a good one, heres what I learned. No matter how much it seems like it at the time, what happens in highschool will not effect the outcome of the rest of your life, no one will remember. It will not follow you. When highschool is over you will probably never see those people again and you will suddenly wonder why the hell you cared so much about all that teen drama to begin with.
Other chat room lessons to share?
RunRubyRose: crystal....an important lesson I learned when I was just about `17 was to listen to my heart. I heard the same lesson regarding the same situation again when I was 20
prana11679 (again): An important lesson I learned when I was fifteen is that if someone doesn't love you, you can't ever make them love you, so you have to love and take care of yourself. Also, my parents suck the monkey. The end.
I’m sure I’ll think of more lessons later, but now is the time to post, so this is all you get for now.
Do you have any lessons to share?
You know in all the movies, when they show women driving across the country in a convertible with the top down, their hair tied back neatly in a scarf?
That is total bullshit.
I usually only drive with my top down through town, where I’m going between 20 and 50mph, and it is CRAZY windy. If you tied a cute little scarf to your head to keep your cute little hairdo in place, the thing would blow off and fly away in five seconds flat.
My recommendation?
In every convertible, you need a bunch of elastic ponytail holders, and a headband. I originally thought that just ponytailing it would work, but no no no. All those wispy little things around your face that make you pretty? They also fly into your eyes and make you blind. Use the headband/ponytail holder combo! Love it! Know it well!
These are the things they should really be teaching our youth in school. Carry a headband in your convertible, avoid guys in bands, don’t save up all the fancy soap for a special occasion, and other such important lessons.
Other lessons I’ve learned?
Fear is stupid. I used to be afraid of a lot of things. Then there was the day when my dad was in the hospital after having a stroke, and I got the call that he probably wasn’t going to survive the day, so I should come to the hospital. I drove up, went to his room, and his bed was empty. My mom wasn’t there. I couldn’t find *anyone*. I walked down to ICU to see if he’d been moved there, and still couldn’t find anyone. I spent an entire half hour walking the halls of the hospital like a zombie, trying to find out SOMETHING. Finally about half an hour later, I checked his room again and he was back. They had just taken him downstairs for some tests. After that kind of fear, and the crazy dread I felt every time the phone rang for the four months until he died, the “is this THE call?” worry, everything else seems a lot easier. I remember as I was walking down that sterile white, fluorescent lighted hospital hallway, that if I could just make it through this, nothing would ever be scary again.
You can spend a lot of time trying to impress someone, but until you stop *trying*, you’ll never know the amazing feeling of being loved for who you already are.
You can’t wait around to do things because you are single. I used to put off vacations because I couldn’t get someone to go with me- none of my friends were both able to get off work AND afford the trip. Finally? Somewhere around 19 I said screw it and started traveling alone. Best decision ever. I’m now planning my 2010 Round the World Trip. If I can find someone to go with me by then, awesome, because it will be way cheaper. If not? I’m a tough chick, I can do it solo. I may even enjoy it more that way.
I’m pretty sure that most of my readers are older, but if you happen to be in that hellish phase of your life we call high school? A few tips. A) There are more important things than what college you go to. Have some fun. B) Those people whose opinions you worry about? A few years from now you will wonder why you EVER cared what they thought about you. C) Things get better. I promise.
Funny enough, just as I was typing this, Prana posted in the chat room:
prana: oh! that is a good one, heres what I learned. No matter how much it seems like it at the time, what happens in highschool will not effect the outcome of the rest of your life, no one will remember. It will not follow you. When highschool is over you will probably never see those people again and you will suddenly wonder why the hell you cared so much about all that teen drama to begin with.
Other chat room lessons to share?
RunRubyRose: crystal....an important lesson I learned when I was just about `17 was to listen to my heart. I heard the same lesson regarding the same situation again when I was 20
prana11679 (again): An important lesson I learned when I was fifteen is that if someone doesn't love you, you can't ever make them love you, so you have to love and take care of yourself. Also, my parents suck the monkey. The end.
I’m sure I’ll think of more lessons later, but now is the time to post, so this is all you get for now.
Do you have any lessons to share?
posted by Crystal at 11:00 PM
4 Comments:
But, guys in bands are cute. . .
My big lesson: Stop carrying all your past mistakes around with you. Let go, forgive yourself, and move on already.
It makes everything so much easier.
You are so right about all of that stuff. But it takes experience to really understand it, you know?
Hey, screw 2010, come to Europe with me this Summer 2007...for a month or two. Just backpacking around. We'll start in Ireland and up somewhere like Italy or Greece!
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