The Media 

I talk about this as if it’s a single entity. I know it’s not but I try to look at as a whole to make things easier.

I have a love hate relationship with the media. When I say media I mean social media, news media, etc. It is a force to be reckoned with. I think that it has its positives but also negatives and then this weird grey area of just straight controversial.

Why I love the media:

It is a place that can provoke awareness on ground breaking things or foundations, charities and what not. It has an ability to move people and is a true art form. Not only that but you can express yourself through social media. For example WordPress is a great place to do that as well  as Instagram, twitter, snapchat. I rely on it as a place where I can express myself in depth because the facisnating idea of venting to strangers that really have no connection to you is exciting. It’s a way to make connections and even network. It’s also a resource to gather information, in my case, information on van conversions, job prospects, and all around entertainment. In short, I think it’s great but it definitely has its dark side.

Why I hate the media:

Media is a frenzy for people to get attention either through corporations or just individuals. This isn’t a problem except that it leaves people with a skewed perspective of reality. People like to see happy things and want to be happy, it’s a basic human desire so content is usually aimed on how much fun people are having and how great their lives are. It makes viewers believe that if you aren’t happy 24/7 then there is something detrimentally wrong with you. If everything is being projected as happy go lucky times forever then people are going to question their sadness. 

Sadness is apart of life, if there wasn’t sadness then we wouldn’t know happiness. You can’t see and understand something when there is a contrast to it. It sucks, I know but it’s reality. Media tries to sell you something different, this fabricated lie that can leave you worse off than you were before. Along with this unrealistic idea of what your life is supposed to look like there is also preconceived ideas of what people are supposed to look like in order to be happy.

The idea that women have to wear makeup and have toned bodies is something that has bothered me always. Don’t get me wrong, I believe makeup is an art form truly; however, when I noticed my friend question her self esteem because she didn’t have makeup, it was a wake up call. I grew up with a single dad so I’ve never been a super girly girl yet I still feel pressured by media to conform into media’s idea of “perfection” which is not only blown out of proportion but also changes every other week. The same stands for men’s standards. Toned bodies is a must in order to be successful in life. I do believe that this media craze tends to affect women more than men from my own personal experience.

I like to read my horoscope on Cosmopolitan and sometimes I’ll catch glimpses of their articles and it usually has to do with the latest beauty trend or how to get abs in five minutes. Then the next day they will have an article on how women should embrace their bodies and be more accepting. I think it’s a mixed message to say the least especially to younger generations but also just kind of weird to contradict themselves (as if I don’t do the same thing). 

The real point I’m trying to reach is that lately I have been gloomy. This happens, it’s normal. If you have a shitty week chances are you won’t really be too happy about it. So when I look at youtubers or friends on Instagram who are happy in all of their videos or posts, I remind myself, people are human and have bad days, they aren’t happy all the time and you aren’t alone. 

There’s my rant on the media. Lately I have had no shortage of things to talk about on the blog and I’m loving it, I wish life would go for an upswing but I guess I’ll have to wait.
Side note* 

To the guy who gave my friends and I the umbrella at the yogurt shop cause it was raining and we were waiting for free yogurt, thank you, it was greatly appreciated. 

Rock Bottom

I have hit it. No money, no car, no confidence. Fortunately I can only build up from here. How? I have no idea. I am scared to death and the only way to cope is to write and keep focsed on the dream of the van. I have a dream for the next few years. I want to tavel and live in a van and I want to live off of my writing. I dont know how the next few months are going to go for me as far as where I’m going to live, how I’ll make a living, and what resources I can gather.

Stress has been a major factor. Loosing my car was the tipping point of my sanity. Physical changes have occured as far as stress goes. motivation for my current english class is at an all time low because my teacher thinks we (a class of capable seniors) don’t know how to form a paragraph. My feelings towards college have not changed but my self image has morphed into something I have never known. The only ting that has stayed consistant is my dream of the van. Everything else is a jumbled mess that hurts to think about.

My social self has wanted to hide. I am trying to become my own person but its hard when all I want to do is sit in my room and paint. Broken ties and lies have scared me from my friend group. I want some feel of stability and the high of happiness but the rain has put me in a mood that is challenging to break out of.

I now belive Thursdays are my cursed days. I totaled my car on a thursday and had to endure my first big break up on a thursday. The idea of another relationship makes me want to run and I lack interest in pursuing anyone. I am hoping my luck will change but have a feeling my reality isn’t going to improve anytime soon. The blog is growing, not by much but enough to make me apprechiate the little things. Trying not to be sad and trying to make this life rad.

Networking 

First off, I’m not a social person by nature, I am kind of on the fence of I could be totally outgoing or I could be that one really quiet kid in the class, it really depends on the day. I wouldn’t say I make friends to network and make connecting a that could benefit me. If I make a friend your usually in it for the long haul unless something happens along the way. Lately I have been making friends from all over my school for example I went on a run with Emily tonight and hiked with Gabby earlier.

Gabby and I have complete opposing views on politics yet can still openly talk about it and share information and learn rather than argue. I would not consider her someone I am trying to network off of. That being said she did offer some information that could be potentially vital to my future. Gabby is very outgoing and knows a ton of people and happens to know some college grads who live here in town looking for a roommate next year. Hears the catch: you have to move out furring the summer because the owner rents it as a vacation home. That wouldn’t be a problem for me because I go to my favorite place on earth for around three months.

Let’s say I was the extreamely organized, well thought out person I wish I was: this would fit into my plan in several ways one being that it would be cheap enough to where I could start saving for my van project which after weeks and months, I have tried to ignore, is nearly impossible. I am infatuated by the idea that you could be self sustaining and move whenever you want. I desperately want this lifestyle.

Cutting back on my classes has led to a lot of free time and more time to make stronger connections with people which I really appreciate and is even helping me get in shape. Angelica and Emily have been running with me for the past couple of days ever since I decided not to join the swim team because it sounded like more stress than fun.

With what I want to be in life it is vital that I network while I can and emerge from my shell even further. Honestly I feel like I’ve left this shell so long ago that I’m not even a hermit crab anymore, I’m a crab that lost its shell. This is good because now I can broaden my horizons while being utterly terrified but can be translated into motivation. 

I don’t have the ability to rate my writing but I’d hope that it would be a career option and the more I become devoted to the idea of a van, the more I want to be a journalist.

Aspirations 

Over my lifetime, a whole 17 years, I have felt passionate about several aspirations. When I was twelve I wanted a dog. I wanted a German short haired pointer. At the time, the place I was living, it wasn’t possible to have a dog but I knew that the place I was at was temporary. So I began to plan.

I used my precious internet time to research everything about the breed and to this day still have the folder with all my information. I first found an old skittles piggy bank that I remember to this day and I began to save. I got paid for chores but it didn’t quite cut it. I had to come up with clever ways to make money since I was too young for a job. I began to make jewelry from scraps of old jewelry people didn’t want, stockpiled, and invested in supplies. I made earrings mostly and would go door to door selling them. I was inspired by Where The Red Fern Grows and kept up my hard work. I took on another project of making little pot holders for kitchen ovens. I would use a loom and weave them together then go door to door selling them. I then invested into a car washing devices and washed cars in the warmer months. I worked and worked for 9 months and earned $500. I was $250 short of my goal but I was moving. I finally got my dog. His name was scout and I loved him dearly. 

The moral of the story was my motivation. I haven’t felt this motivation in a long time about anything like I do about this van conversion. It’s brought out my other passionate dream.

I love writing and one day want to write a novel. I don’t have time because school gets in the way, to me school is more of a distraction as I have gotten older. I want to write and travel but how I wanted to do that was unclear until a few months ago. Now I am looking up things to make this dream a reality. It’s hard to ignore a constant itch and this is what taht feels like. I’m hungry for information on vans and continue to research. It’s a long shot and frankly quite crazy but I finally found a motivation. I found the same desire I had when I was 12. Perhaps I can make this dream a reality, but how long will I have to wait this time? 

Guilty Pleasures 

I am a self admitted hoarder. I have so much stuff that it’s a miracle. For someone who has moved nearly every year since they were nine, I have more stuff than my friends who have stayed in the same place their whole lives. I have enough notebooks to last me through life, enough unread magazines to take up all my free time, and enough stuff to feel “comfort”.

I say “comfort” because frankly I don’t need 90% of the things I have. So I have been downsizing, purging if you will. It’s refreshing to get rid of things. It’s like letting go of a weight that has been strapped to you your entire life. Therefore if purging is one of my guilty pleasures what else would there be?

I am OCD about my laundry. My room can look like a bomb went off but if my clothes that are in my drawers aren’t folded just the way I like and aligned then I flip. All my clothes hanging up have to be facing one way and coordinated by season. This is coming from the person who hates to clean. Most of the time you can’t see my floor but you bet if you open my dresser drawer you’ll find my neatly folded and sometimes even color coordinated clothes. I don’t like to do laundry and I don’t like to fold it; however, if it must be done, then it has to be done right. Although this quirk works to my advantage.

My third guilty pleasure is watching van conversions. Currently my dream is to trade my Honda CR-V for a nice van and to do the interior the way I please. Unfortunately I 1) can’t afford a van and conversion and 2) can’t inform people on my graduation announcement to help fund my van life project. 

The dream

I have always wanted to write a novel. I don’t think that it would be a best seller or anything crazy but I want a published book out there with my name on it, hell, maybe even a few. Being a writer means you are your own boss. That would make my can dream possible but then again it would cost. Let’s say perhaps my crazy dream comes true with owning a van and I sell everything that won’t fit in said van. That still leaves expenses of buying equipment to write book and I would hope to use photography in media as a van life contributor so I would have to invest in camera equipment. 

Here’s the sad thing: I have it all planed out. I’ve watched enough conversions that I’m confident in my ability to build the van and I already know what kind of equipment I would need in order to live in the van. If life was perfect and I was able to direct it my way here’s what I’d do: I would first get the van and convert it befor high school is over but not install all of the electrical just yet. I mean I would install it but not till later. In the mean time I will be working as a counselor at my favorite place on earth and after that I want to do a gap year program that involves traveling to gather material for my novel. When I get back from this year of inspiration I want to finish the van and hit the road, visiting and exploring very national park and even perhaps go north to Canada then Alaska. I have a strong desire to do this and have thought about every aspect of it for the past 6 months.

To review, my guilty pleasures are mostly to organize and my dream is to live in a van. I want to take an auto macanic class so I could deal with my van. Unfortunately I will most likely have to go to college and work a sub par job until I can eventually find a place to live and learn to adult. To me that sounds so boring and I am a firm believer in following your dreams and making life as interesting as possible. I believe our time is limited so I’d like to live it to the fullest extent I can.