Day 23 of #blogeverydayinMay challenge. Thanks to Jenni, I might not have anything left to write after May!
"Things you've learned that school won't teach you." How to deal with heartbreak. Maybe some of you learned this while you were actually in school, but I can say with a rather large amount of confidence that I didn't learn this in Calculus. (even though you+me does, in fact, equal us) I remember my first real breakup really well. And I was devastated. An unnatural level of devastated. 17 year old Ace was all like, "WHAT AM I GOING TO DO NOW? I LOVED HIM! I CAN'T LIVE WITHOUT HIM!" Well, look at you now, 25 year old Ace. Breathin' 'n' shit.
Me and my very first, real life, boyfriend. Don't judge my outfit. I was on the damn dance team. Also, those are homecoming mums in the right picture. What? Your school didn't walk around on homecoming day with flowers attached to 5 foot long ribbons on them? What kind of weirdo school did you go to?
You gotta be smarter than the shit you're f*ckin' with. This one I learned directly from my friends. Whenever you're dealing with a problem, you have to be smarter than the problem. You have to look at the entire thing, from all sides. You have to look at the short run and the long run and then determine your next move. You can't live totally in the right now but you can't live totally in the future. So you have you outsmart the problem always. And people who can outsmart the trouble usually find that trouble doesn't find them often.
Stupid is as stupid does. Big shoutout to Forrest Gump for the eloquent way to sum this one up. Basically, if you do stupid things, you are stupid. Point, blank, period. There's no way to get around that one, chief. Yes, we all fudge up and do dumb things once in awhile and of course, you can redeem yourself. But if you do them, even for that moment, you are stupid. So quit that shit. Also, you cannot ever convince a stupid person that he or she is not stupid. You just can't. You can try, but it'll only result in you being frustrated and overwhelmed. The best you can do is smile, say, "you know what? You're right" and then leave it to them to figure out that they're dumb.
Of all the things that don't really matter, family does. Family matters. And not like the TV show. Growing up (and living 10 hours away from home) has made me realize just how important family really is. There's no one who will quite understand your brand of crazy but your family. Probably because they're the same brand of crazy as you.
You should know that the picture at the left is barely even an eighth of my family. Notice my grandma is laughing. I loved the way her laugh sounded.
Mama Nancy, Daddy Carlos and Me. A family of characters.
Always stay friends with the people that knew you when you were awkward and ugly. This is how you know these people are your real friends.
If you had friends during your awkward middle and high school years, keep them. You know they're your friends because they accepted you even when you were at your ugliest. Plus, by now, they probably have way too much on you to ever get rid of them legally.