My Non-Existent Dating Life

I am swallowing my pride to write this post. I keep having reoccurring thoughts.

The thoughts I’m having stems from the fact that I’m not dating anyone.

I’m not looking for a long-term relationship as of yet. But if I meet someone and it leads to that, then I’m fine with that. The problem I’m having is that I don’t even have anyone to even date or talk to. Is that even a problem?

How much of my time is too much of my time? I spend a lot of time alone on a daily basis. I do enjoy my alone time. But life is all about balance. When I’m done recharging my energy in my alone time, whom can I exert that energy onto?

Is being too selective with my energy getting the best of me?  These are the reoccurring thoughts I’ve been having lately. I don’t want to think about them. But here they are creeping back to me every chance they get.

I’m internally debating whether it’s a personal issue or a societal issue. Am I not with anyone because I am too different or do I have issues in the past and/or in my childhood that I need to resolve?

I don’t know, but I always reflect on myself to see what I can find. Since I’m usually alone, I always have the time to be introspective.

My Personal Space

As a very busy individual, I cherish the moment I find to myself. Whatever I do in that moment I make sure I enjoy it as much as possible because I don’t know when will be the next time I will have this again in the near future.

I was sitting on a bench and a woman came and sat right next to me on the bench. Immediately irritated, I looked up to see if there were other benches available in the area. There were three benches available.

I exhaled deeply and pretended to not be annoyed. But my plan didn’t work.

I sat there for about five more minutes, gathered my belongings, and left the bench I was relaxing on.

I felt compelled to write about this situation because I take personal space very seriously. If there are other benches or seats available, please choose one of them. Don’t choose one next to me.

I always select a seat that is available without the threat of invading someone else’s personal space.

When I am having “me” time, I don’t want it to become “a stranger sitting next to me” time.

Talking about religion & spirituality

Today has been very busy and quite exhausting as well. I have projects to complete, I am a secretary for an organization, I have online homework that is due in less than 24 hours, and I found out that I received an’F’ on my first exam for the semester. Even though there’s a lot going on, I know I’ll get through it.

I was in an area where I was completing my work for the day and for the days ahead. The place was going to close in ten minutes. So I decided to use the place closing as a gateway to take a break and relax outside.

I ordered a sub and made my way outside. I was anticipating spending time alone that didn’t involve work. I sat down, inhaled deeply, then exhaled. I took a bite out of my sub and stared off into nature.

As I was enjoying my solitude, I heard a voice saying, “Hello, may we pray for you today?” It was a female student who asked me the question. She was walking with another student who was a guy.

As soon as I heard the question, the elation I once had when I was enjoying my alone time quickly vanished. I said, “I don’t know.” She continued asking me the question. Then she asked me what year I was and what major I was in.

She hesitantly began, but confidently ended the prayer. Then the guy asked, “Sorry we didn’t ask what you believed in. What religion are you a part of?”

I said, “None.” He immediately asked if I believed in God. I told him our perspectives of what God is, is different. They kept describing God as a “He” and I described God as an energy and how I am that energy. We talked for at least 20 minutes about our different “beliefs.”

I am not into religion. I don’t look outside of myself for healing. I look within. I know there is a Source that created all there is. But that shouldn’t diminish the power you have as a human being.

After the conversation, we bid farewell. As they left, I was hoping to never cross paths with them as I’m walking around campus.

Why do followers of the Christian faith on campus are the ones disturbing other’s solitude? Can I relax without being questioned on who or what I believe in?

Instead of bottling up what occurred, I decided to write about it. As if I have a choice. Whenever something is on my mind, it becomes a neccessity to write it out. If I don’t, I will go crazy.

Probably that’s one of the reasons why I was so calm when we were talking about a heated topic like religion. I was thinking to myself, This encounter will be good for my blog. Another reason I was calm during the conversation was the fact that I was a firm believer in my truth. Not any religion’s truth nor anyone else’s truth.

I speak and live my truth. I am not here to convert anyone to think like me. I just want people to have the courage and the strength to think for themselves—without any societal influence.

I made sure to emphasize that point to them, but they kept talking about their Christian faith and why they believe it. They meant well, but not in the context for my sanity.

The only time I felt sane today was when I was writing this blog post. I always feel sane when I’m writing.

Why do I feel uncomfortable when I’m ostracized?

At this point in my life, I should have already been accustomed to being alone. But during an event when it was obvious that I was being ostracized, you would think that it was my first time being by myself. Why is that?

That’s what I thought to myself when I went back to my dorm: Why was I in need of someone’s approval?

Some of us seek acceptance in others, but it is very dangerous if you do so. It is dangerous because they can take advantage of you and treat you in a way you don’t want to be treated.

These are all my thoughts. I am just speaking from experience. Every time I am seeking acceptance from others I am always left disappointed. Then I place blame on them when I am the one to blame for even giving them the power to choose if I’m approved by their acceptance of me.

I’m glad that incident happened because it showed me that I have a long way to go when it comes to self-love. Even though I came a long way, there’s always room for improvement.

Changing career paths at 21—or combining them

As I am finishing up my undergraduate year in college, I couldn’t help to think about my future in regards to my career.

In the beginning of my undergraduate years, I started thinking that I wanted to be a multimedia journalist. Now I’m thinking of moving in a different direction in my life. I’ve been thinking of becoming a social worker.

One of my greatest missions in life is to end poverty, hunger, oppression, and injustice in this world. Another part of me wants to have my own news network that would disseminate any news regarding those issues I previously listed.

I love to write, which is one of the many reasons why I am in the field I chose. But currently, how much truth is in our media right now? Not much. Even if they are telling society half-truths, it is still a lie. And I don’t want to be a part of any news medium that doesn’t tell the truth about society.

That’s why I decided to combine my two desires. I will be a social worker writing/reporting about the injustices in the world. I don’t know the step-by-step process yet, but I know that it will be done.

It will be done because I said so. And I will put my all into it to make my soul happy again.

Feeling tired after social situations

How can I talk to people without feeling exhausted afterwards? Whenever I talk to someone it feels like I just ran a marathon.

It seems like the older I get the more I crave my own company.

A lot is going through my mind whenever I speak to someone. Imagine speaking to more than one person in the same day all at the same time, trying to gain a connection with them individually.

I don’t mind speaking to people. I just don’t like the conversations to feel forced.

Arrogance or Confidence?

I’m wondering if I’m stuck-up. I’m thinking if that’s the reason why people won’t talk to me. I guess I am in a way. But sometimes, too much confidence and knowing “too much” comes off as arrogance. I don’t think I know everything, but I know enough to not feel comfortable around my peers. When I’m around my peers, I don’t feel like myself because I want to communicate about bettering the world, society, the government. Most—not all—don’t want to have that conversation right now, and I’m wondering if they ever will.

As I’m walking to class, I see university students looking happy – almost oblivious to the world’s atrocities. I hate sounding negative, but I want to meet people who want to make the world a better place – right now! Not go to parties, be tour guides for incoming freshman, or believing that everything is okay. Nothing is okay!

When I see people doing something that’s not benefitting humanity, I start to get “stuck-up.” I don’t want to be around people who don’t think the way I do on a global scale.

I can’t take the gossiping, the parties, and the socializing. I’m tired of that!

I feel too old for my age. Everyone in my age group wants to party, socialize, and gossip. And here I am reading books and the news like an old woman. I don’t connect to anyone in my age group, and that is truly sad. I love living in this generation, why won’t my generation love me back? We can do a lot together as a team—as a generation. But how can we do that when most of us aren’t on the same page?

Are we ever going to be on the same page? I hope so.

Is that too much to ask for?

Typical

It seems like I will always be an outcast. I can’t fit in anywhere. I like being myself, but it is painful to feel the cost of being who you are around people who don’t accept you. Today on my newsroom shift, I felt ostracized and needed. I don’t like that feeling. To be needed and yet, no one thinks you exist.

I’m Enough. I’m Good Enough. I’m Worthy.

My sister and I were talking about the insecurities we have. In the beginning, my response was shallow. But when I dug further into my response, I realize that my insecurity is not being good enough for other people. Once I let this insecurity of mine go, I will TRULY be free. That’s been my insecurity ever since I was a little girl, and I still have it till this day.

Whenever I encounter other people, I always try to make a good impression on them. After our conversation, I would wonder if I rubbed the person the wrong way. If I haven’t heard from the person in a while, the feeling of inadequacy starts to kick in.

My mind starts thinking, “What did I do wrong?” “Was it my breath?” “What did I say?” “Did I offend them?” Then the hole I was already in gets deeper, and I become more insecure – am I good enough for other people?

Every day I say a mantra. The mantra is ‘I’m enough. I’m good enough. I’m worthy.’ I say it every night. One day I’ll believe it. It just takes time.

Obsessing Over Myself

I felt my obsession coming on for this music artist I’ve been listening to. Then I wondered, why am I not obsessed with myself like I am with the other crushes I had and the one I’m currently having.

I’m going to make a conscious effort to ONLY think about myself. Yes that sounds conceited, but I hate giving away my energy to people who don’t deserve it or to people who don’t know who I am. I physically stopped going on social media networks for entertainment because it occupied a lot of my time. Now I need to stop wasting my time mentally.

Even though I’m not on social media as much like before, I’m still occupied by my thoughts. I’m either daydreaming or just plain thinking about anything that comes to mind.

I need to think about the now and the present – nothing else.