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| M to B: When you love someone, you take everything from them. Without exception.
Y to S: When you love someone, you give them everything. Without exception.
I don't understand how the first could make any sense.
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Should there be a limit to how much older or younger you can date? For guys and girls?
For instance, 6 years older, 10 years older, 12 years older, for girls -> guys.
I know there's that "formula," for guys like, (A = your AGE) 1/2 A + 4 = the youngest age you can go.
So for girls it would be, (A-4) x 2 = the oldest age you should date.
I think there should be a limit for some sort. Guys just age so much faster than girls. Well, at least I think so.
But there are times when I question that age limit thing...
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| If people have their mid-life crises in their forties or whatever the age is now, I'm having an early life crisis. I've begun to question all of my life decisions since starting college, beginning with whether or not I chose the right college for me. I guess it wasn't much of a decision, since financial aid was the biggest issue. But I wonder whether or not I would've been better off at a co-ed school or one that had different schools within it, like management, sciences, etc. Something more structured than what I'm in now. Then I begin to wonder whether psychology was the right major. Should I have gone economics like everyone else? Should I have gone something science-related? My mom always wanted me to be a pharmacist, but I didn't think I could do it. Too much chemistry, I thought. I hated chemistry.
Then I start to think of all my faded dreams, which remained simply dreams. Writing, singing, acting, photography, interior design... Considering all of these dreams, maybe I should have gone for something artsy. I feel like I really should've gone for something different than what everyone wanted or expected of me. But now I'm at a point where I've got to choose a path, at least. I have to take that first step out off the make-believe set.
It's scary for me. All of this back-and-forth in decisions I've made and will make. I don't know what I want. I really don't. What I do want to do seems out of reach or impractical.
This, along with a few other things on my mind, is distracting. I'm also still sick from two weeks ago. I'm becoming ever more forgetful and lazier. I'm at a loss for action. What I really want is the gift of talent in anything art related. An amazing gift of talent that will carry me. That's what I want. But is it what I need? I guess what I need is help. What kind of help? I don't know.
I feel like an unripe peach.
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| I'm sitting in the Campus Center right now, all alone, trying to sell cupcakes and apple cider. Why? I'm fundraising for psychology club. This wasn't my idea. The cupcakes and apple cider. I didn't think it would make money, and it isn't. Perhaps the apple cider was a good idea since people seem to like that better, but given the location, it wasn't a good idea. We're right by the food area which happens to have a much better selection of desserts than what we're selling unfortunately. But given that the club decided, I had no choice but to try my best. I'm all about signs and that really helped, at least in my opinion. In any case, I'm being reminded again how difficult it is to make money.
I remember the first time I tried to make money on my own... It was in high school and my friend and I decided to have a garage sale in front of her house. It was a hot summer Saturday and we would sell our old clothes, ones we had grown out of. We put signs up everywhere, but due to competing garage sales, those mean people took down a lot of our signs. We did have a few people come by, but you had a lot of those typical Asians, trying to haggle for everything until nothing. There was a Mormon church on the street and one car stopped to tell us, "If it hadn't been Saturday, we would buy, but we're not allowed to shop on Saturday."
We tried the signs, having promotional giveaways of our old Goosebump and Captain Underpants books. But ultimately by the end of the day my sister and I had made around $25 which we split between us. My parents didn't seem mad or anything. Overall, I think they were glad that we got the chance to try this and see for ourselves how difficult it was to earn money even though it was so easy to spend it. Always a good lesson.
Going back to my dear cupcakes and apple cider, hopefully most of them will be gone by the end. If not, I'll have to cut prices. Just need to get rid of them... Ah, fundraising...
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| [He said, "If only I'd met you earlier." I didn't hear him, so I said, "What?" "Nothing," he said. It was in that following silence that I processed what he said. I had indeed heard him, I just hadn't processed it yet. Once I did, I couldn't decide whether I was glad to have heard it or wished I hadn't.]
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