- The music- I get that no one likes department stores playing Christmas music in October, or even early November. But it's the time of the year when most stores actually play quality music. The rest of the year, stores will play either whatever "the kids" are listening to nowadays, or crappy elevator music. There're so many other good genres that could be played that wouldn't offend anyone when not near Christmas, such as jazz, classical, orchestral, etc. But they choose not to. So only during Christmas do I find store music to be acceptable.
- The movies- Christmas movies are always fantastic. From Home Alone to Miracle on 34th Street, there's a Christmas movie out there for anyone. Even Elf, which I find to be utterly horrifying any other time of the year is tolerable during Christmastime. These movies are heartwarming breaks from our usual dreary lives. They help us remember the spirit of Christmas, or at least that's what they try to do.
- The gift giving- I absolutely love it. I get that you kind of have to celebrate Christmas to enjoy this one, but shhhhh. I really enjoy picking out gifts for people. Just thinking that I might've improved their day just a little bit by giving them something just really makes my own day. I like thinking of what they might like and getting it for them. I don't know, it's just fun.
- The food- Admit it. The food's probably the best part. The Christmas cookies. The candy canes. The fudge. The holiday themed Starbucks drinks. They're all fantastic. It's the one time of the year when you find yourself searching for excuses to eat. I mean, come on. It's getting cold outside. I could use a little more insulation, right? Totally.
- The family- Alright, this one's a bit of a stretch. But there are those lucky few of you out there who only see their family on Christmas and don't have to spend any more of your break with them. But it's always great to see family, whether they annoy you to no end or not. You have to cherish them, because they won't always be with you. So don't take that for granted.
- The activities- Sledding, skiing, snowboarding, snowball fights, whatever your cup of tea is, they're all great. Sure, it's cold as the Grinch's heart outside, but the time spend with friends or family doing these things are memories that you'll always remember.
- The snow- White Christmases are the best. If it doesn't snow for Christmas, it's quite depressing. And it looks like it might not this year, which is too bad. But when it does snow, it's beautiful. Snow falling at night, it's probably one of the prettiest things in this world. Snow also makes all of those awesome activities above possible. So that's another plus.
Thursday, December 13, 2012
It's beginning to feel a lot like Christmas
So I realize that there're only twelve days until Christmas. But I'm really starting to get into the spirit. Christmastime has some really great aspects for everyone, those who celebrate it or not.
Sunday, December 9, 2012
In Response To "Extroverts Will Inherit the Earth"
This week, my dear friend Finley posted on his blog a post titled Extroverts Will Inherit the Earth. Intrigued, and told that my name was spelled out in the first letters of the sentences of the third paragraph, I decided to read it. And boy was I in for a treat.
It opens with Finley's observation that he had been hanging out with introverts as of late. He then expresses in his confusion of why one would choose to be an introvert because "don't think that it's not a matter of choice, because it totally is."
So lets begin there. As one of the people Finley was referring to as in introvert, I feel I can give some insight. First, do you know the definition of "introvert?" Webster helpfully defines and introvert as "one whose personality is characterized by introversion." Introversion is then defined as "the state of or tendency toward being wholly or predominantly concerned with and interested in one's own mental life." This is when I got confused. Because the people our friend Finley usually interacts with are not introverts by that definition. They could more easily be identified as shy (Merriam-Webster definition) or as asocial individuals (rejecting or lacking the capacity for social interaction). It's not that the reason they don't talk to others is that they are focused on themselves. They more just don't like people or have trouble talking to people.
I'll describe myself as an example. When in a group setting, no matter how long or short a time that I've known the people for, I'll always worry about their judgement of me. I'll ask myself if they think I'm annoying or if they're actually interested in what I have to say or if they even like me. Then I'll have this inner mini-panic/anxiety attack where I feel as though I want to run away and just hibernate or something. It very much might be a mental state of mind. But if I could change, I would at the drop of a hat. I hate feeling that way and very much wish that I could be one of the outgoing people who didn't care what anyone thought of them (or appear that way.)
Finley then goes on to say that he thinks that introverts miss out on a lot. I don't feel that's the case. His reasoning is that his high school experience wouldn't be the same without the group of friends he has. And that's true. But all of these so called introverts he knows has friends because we do somewhat talk to people and there are obnoxiously outgoing people like him who look for quieter people to befriend/annoy.
We can all just ignore the third paragraph though, as it is just a sad attempt to write my name with the first letter of each sentence.
His last point is that it's good to be loud and outgoing. That may be. But that doesn't mean it's bad to be quieter. By not talking, by not being the center of attention, you can catch a lot. And what would the world be like with out all the listeners to listen to all the talkers? A horrible, horrible place.
So the next time you see someone quiet, not really talking to anyone, don't be so quick to judge. Those people just might not be as good at starting conversations, or they might enjoy sitting and watching the world go by. Don't be so inclined to call them introverts, just because they aren't "[going] through the halls screaming about [their] love for turtles with a pink sequined cowboy hat on and the breeze blowing through [their] knees in [their] nice new kilt."
It opens with Finley's observation that he had been hanging out with introverts as of late. He then expresses in his confusion of why one would choose to be an introvert because "don't think that it's not a matter of choice, because it totally is."
So lets begin there. As one of the people Finley was referring to as in introvert, I feel I can give some insight. First, do you know the definition of "introvert?" Webster helpfully defines and introvert as "one whose personality is characterized by introversion." Introversion is then defined as "the state of or tendency toward being wholly or predominantly concerned with and interested in one's own mental life." This is when I got confused. Because the people our friend Finley usually interacts with are not introverts by that definition. They could more easily be identified as shy (Merriam-Webster definition) or as asocial individuals (rejecting or lacking the capacity for social interaction). It's not that the reason they don't talk to others is that they are focused on themselves. They more just don't like people or have trouble talking to people.
I'll describe myself as an example. When in a group setting, no matter how long or short a time that I've known the people for, I'll always worry about their judgement of me. I'll ask myself if they think I'm annoying or if they're actually interested in what I have to say or if they even like me. Then I'll have this inner mini-panic/anxiety attack where I feel as though I want to run away and just hibernate or something. It very much might be a mental state of mind. But if I could change, I would at the drop of a hat. I hate feeling that way and very much wish that I could be one of the outgoing people who didn't care what anyone thought of them (or appear that way.)
Finley then goes on to say that he thinks that introverts miss out on a lot. I don't feel that's the case. His reasoning is that his high school experience wouldn't be the same without the group of friends he has. And that's true. But all of these so called introverts he knows has friends because we do somewhat talk to people and there are obnoxiously outgoing people like him who look for quieter people to befriend/annoy.
We can all just ignore the third paragraph though, as it is just a sad attempt to write my name with the first letter of each sentence.
His last point is that it's good to be loud and outgoing. That may be. But that doesn't mean it's bad to be quieter. By not talking, by not being the center of attention, you can catch a lot. And what would the world be like with out all the listeners to listen to all the talkers? A horrible, horrible place.
So the next time you see someone quiet, not really talking to anyone, don't be so quick to judge. Those people just might not be as good at starting conversations, or they might enjoy sitting and watching the world go by. Don't be so inclined to call them introverts, just because they aren't "[going] through the halls screaming about [their] love for turtles with a pink sequined cowboy hat on and the breeze blowing through [their] knees in [their] nice new kilt."
It's raining, it's snowing
I realize I just posted about Iowa weather a little while ago. But I have to do it again.
This morning I got up, looked outside, and saw the ground was wet. That either meant that it had rained, snowed and melted, or there had been fog.
Turns out it was a mix of the three. I really wish at this point that Iowa would just make up it's mind. Is it winter? Spring? Fall? Goodness gracious. Decide already.
Once it hits December, I believe that it's socially acceptable to begin to snow. It needs to at least snow on or before Christmas, because everyone loves a white Christmas. And when it's this cold, I'd rather have the ground a pretty white (for a while) than it just being wet and gross.
See, snow can be a wonderful thing. It can be beautiful. It provides for awesome activities, like sledding, skiing, snowboarding, and snowman making. It allows for ammo for those snowball fights we all know you still participate in.
But snow has to come at just the right time. If it comes too early, we will tire of it quickly, and by February be begging and praying for the sun to shine and melt all the hated snow away. If it comes too late, say after Christmas, it's just depressing because snow is half of what Christmas is about.
So I ask one thing of you. If you live in Iowa, please perform the annual snow dance ritual. I seriously want snow now.
This morning I got up, looked outside, and saw the ground was wet. That either meant that it had rained, snowed and melted, or there had been fog.
Turns out it was a mix of the three. I really wish at this point that Iowa would just make up it's mind. Is it winter? Spring? Fall? Goodness gracious. Decide already.
Once it hits December, I believe that it's socially acceptable to begin to snow. It needs to at least snow on or before Christmas, because everyone loves a white Christmas. And when it's this cold, I'd rather have the ground a pretty white (for a while) than it just being wet and gross.
See, snow can be a wonderful thing. It can be beautiful. It provides for awesome activities, like sledding, skiing, snowboarding, and snowman making. It allows for ammo for those snowball fights we all know you still participate in.
But snow has to come at just the right time. If it comes too early, we will tire of it quickly, and by February be begging and praying for the sun to shine and melt all the hated snow away. If it comes too late, say after Christmas, it's just depressing because snow is half of what Christmas is about.
So I ask one thing of you. If you live in Iowa, please perform the annual snow dance ritual. I seriously want snow now.
Happy generic-wintertime-holiday to you
With the coming "holiday season," there's a feeling of electricity in the air. It could be from all the school-aged students anticipating the beginning of break. It could be from the anxious and stressed adults trying to make sure to buy their children the right presents from Santa. It could simply be from the lack of humididty in the air. Nonetheless, we can all feel it.
We all looked forward to it as children. No matter what religion or lack of religion, we all anticipated the winter break. Back then, for me, it was called Christmas break. But times have changed, and that's no longer socially acceptable/politically correct. It's now called "holiday break" or just "winter break." And I find that ridiculous.
The first reason is this: IT HAPPENS FOR CHRISTMAS. No matter what, the 25th is always smack dab in the middle of it. There are no other holidays during that break except for New Year, which is simply celebration of a new year arriving, no religious strings attatched. But it's not called, has never been called, and will never be called "New Year break."
"But wait!" you shout. "What about Hanukkah?" I respond by telling you to sit down and shut up, it's story time. Not really. I suppose it's more of a history lesson. Does anyone who is not of the Jewish faith here know the story of Hanukkah? I suppose some might. It is a celebration festival for a miricle that occurred a long, long time ago. After rebuilding their temple, the Jewish needed olive oil to light their menorah. But they only had enough oil to burn for one day. Miraculously, the candles burned for eight days, until a new supply of oil was able to arrive. The Jewish religious leaders declared it a miracle and created Hanukkah, the Festival of Lights, to celebrate it. Pretty cool history, huh? Too bad it's not that big of a deal in Jewish culture. It's not that significant of a holiday. In basic Christianity, we don't have a holiday like that because we don't really celebrate the minor(ish) miracles. I'm not saying it's bad to do so, I'm just saying this: Hanukkah's not that big of a deal. It's mostly so well known because it falls relatively close to Christmas some years. This year, not so much. Hanukkah this year is from December 8th to December 14th. Little off. If we really cared that much about valuing Jewish holidays, why don't we celebrate Passover? It's one of the most widely observed Jewish holiday. But let's be honest. We really only like Hanukkah because gives us a way to seem like "holiday break" is for everyone.
"Okay, but what about Kwanzaa? I remember Kwanzaa from elementary school," you might say. And that's cool and all. But what is Kwanzaa? Pugetsound.edu describes Kwanzaa, saying it's "An African American and Pan-African holiday celebrating family, community and culture, Kwanzaa is a secular observance with some religious participation." It's essentially a holiday simply created around the time that Christmas was to let others feel included (and once again, I'm not bashing it, I'm just sayin' it as I sees it.) It was created because of Christmas.
"Well, isn't there some Islamic holiday around there?" you question. Not really. There's Eid al-Adha, which occurs around October this year. The last time it occurred around Christmas was in 2006, when it was celebrated between December 30th and 31st. This is largely due to the difference in the Islamic calendar and the Gregorian calendar that most of the English speaking world uses. So sure, every once in a blue moon Eid will occur around Christmas.
So let's face the facts. It's Christmas break. Stop with the fake equality thing. You know you don't give a damn about any of the other holidays.
We all looked forward to it as children. No matter what religion or lack of religion, we all anticipated the winter break. Back then, for me, it was called Christmas break. But times have changed, and that's no longer socially acceptable/politically correct. It's now called "holiday break" or just "winter break." And I find that ridiculous.
The first reason is this: IT HAPPENS FOR CHRISTMAS. No matter what, the 25th is always smack dab in the middle of it. There are no other holidays during that break except for New Year, which is simply celebration of a new year arriving, no religious strings attatched. But it's not called, has never been called, and will never be called "New Year break."
"But wait!" you shout. "What about Hanukkah?" I respond by telling you to sit down and shut up, it's story time. Not really. I suppose it's more of a history lesson. Does anyone who is not of the Jewish faith here know the story of Hanukkah? I suppose some might. It is a celebration festival for a miricle that occurred a long, long time ago. After rebuilding their temple, the Jewish needed olive oil to light their menorah. But they only had enough oil to burn for one day. Miraculously, the candles burned for eight days, until a new supply of oil was able to arrive. The Jewish religious leaders declared it a miracle and created Hanukkah, the Festival of Lights, to celebrate it. Pretty cool history, huh? Too bad it's not that big of a deal in Jewish culture. It's not that significant of a holiday. In basic Christianity, we don't have a holiday like that because we don't really celebrate the minor(ish) miracles. I'm not saying it's bad to do so, I'm just saying this: Hanukkah's not that big of a deal. It's mostly so well known because it falls relatively close to Christmas some years. This year, not so much. Hanukkah this year is from December 8th to December 14th. Little off. If we really cared that much about valuing Jewish holidays, why don't we celebrate Passover? It's one of the most widely observed Jewish holiday. But let's be honest. We really only like Hanukkah because gives us a way to seem like "holiday break" is for everyone.
"Okay, but what about Kwanzaa? I remember Kwanzaa from elementary school," you might say. And that's cool and all. But what is Kwanzaa? Pugetsound.edu describes Kwanzaa, saying it's "An African American and Pan-African holiday celebrating family, community and culture, Kwanzaa is a secular observance with some religious participation." It's essentially a holiday simply created around the time that Christmas was to let others feel included (and once again, I'm not bashing it, I'm just sayin' it as I sees it.) It was created because of Christmas.
"Well, isn't there some Islamic holiday around there?" you question. Not really. There's Eid al-Adha, which occurs around October this year. The last time it occurred around Christmas was in 2006, when it was celebrated between December 30th and 31st. This is largely due to the difference in the Islamic calendar and the Gregorian calendar that most of the English speaking world uses. So sure, every once in a blue moon Eid will occur around Christmas.
So let's face the facts. It's Christmas break. Stop with the fake equality thing. You know you don't give a damn about any of the other holidays.
Sunday, December 2, 2012
Oh the weather outside is frightful
I don't know where you are, where you are from, or where you are going. But if I could give you one piece of advice, that would be this: don't go back to Iowa, get out of Iowa, or don't go to Iowa.
There are many reasons to go to Iowa. There are also many reasons to leave Iowa. Overall though, there is one huge reason to stay very far away from this glorious cornfield of a state. The weather.
"What are you talking about?" you ask. "Isn't Iowa weather perfect for growing corn or cows or potatoes or whatever it is you hicks do?"
Goodness gracious no. Weather in Iowa is about as unpredictable and unstable as a twelve girl sleepover. A typical November/Decemeber day goes as follows.
7:00 AM: Freezing. What is this even. I'm pretty sure I'm breathing in solid oxygen it's so cold.
10:00 AM: Wow, it's pretty nice out here. Maybe I'll take off that parka I had to wear this morning.
12:00 PM: Just kidding, where are my hat and mittens?
3:00 PM: Why did I even wear jeans today? I should be wearing shorts now. Anyone want to hit up the pool?
5:00 PM: Oh look at that snow. It's quite pretty.
8:00 PM: The news station just issued a report saying that you may freeze to death if you stay outside for more than three minutes.
Weather's pretty unpredictable in Iowa. Even from year to year, we never know what to expect for our seasons. Some years, winter starts in October. Others we don't get our first snowfall until January. Spring is pretty much just an extended winter, with a lot more slush and muck. Summer is a mix of rain and humidity. Fall is our really only constant season in that the leaves always eventually fall off.
Take this weekend for example. Yesterday, there was almost freezing temperatures, rain, and overcast clouds. Today, it was clear as your mother's disdain for everything you enjoy. Nice temps, not a drop of rain at all, and certainly no snow, despite being the second of December.
So if you love unpredictability, being surprised, and having to change how many layers you wear hourly, then Iowa is the place for you! Otherwise, I suggest you move to Arizona. Sure it's a bit hot, but at least you know it is always going to be hot.
There are many reasons to go to Iowa. There are also many reasons to leave Iowa. Overall though, there is one huge reason to stay very far away from this glorious cornfield of a state. The weather.
"What are you talking about?" you ask. "Isn't Iowa weather perfect for growing corn or cows or potatoes or whatever it is you hicks do?"
Goodness gracious no. Weather in Iowa is about as unpredictable and unstable as a twelve girl sleepover. A typical November/Decemeber day goes as follows.
7:00 AM: Freezing. What is this even. I'm pretty sure I'm breathing in solid oxygen it's so cold.
10:00 AM: Wow, it's pretty nice out here. Maybe I'll take off that parka I had to wear this morning.
12:00 PM: Just kidding, where are my hat and mittens?
3:00 PM: Why did I even wear jeans today? I should be wearing shorts now. Anyone want to hit up the pool?
5:00 PM: Oh look at that snow. It's quite pretty.
8:00 PM: The news station just issued a report saying that you may freeze to death if you stay outside for more than three minutes.
Weather's pretty unpredictable in Iowa. Even from year to year, we never know what to expect for our seasons. Some years, winter starts in October. Others we don't get our first snowfall until January. Spring is pretty much just an extended winter, with a lot more slush and muck. Summer is a mix of rain and humidity. Fall is our really only constant season in that the leaves always eventually fall off.
Take this weekend for example. Yesterday, there was almost freezing temperatures, rain, and overcast clouds. Today, it was clear as your mother's disdain for everything you enjoy. Nice temps, not a drop of rain at all, and certainly no snow, despite being the second of December.
So if you love unpredictability, being surprised, and having to change how many layers you wear hourly, then Iowa is the place for you! Otherwise, I suggest you move to Arizona. Sure it's a bit hot, but at least you know it is always going to be hot.
Respect my authoritah
I always seem to get into deep, controversial, debate-like conversations with my father. It could be about anything; politics, the economy, school, you name it. It usually consists of me accidentally starting the conversation-turned-debate by asking my father a question or telling him a story, him giving an opinion, me commenting on it or asking a question, and then him lecturing. They can often be long and boring, but mostly, they're good insight.
Recently, my father and I began talking about authority. This was in response to a situation I was in at the time, involving a teacher, their opinion, and the actions they the proceeded take. My father said I had the right to question my teacher's opinion, but not their authority to take actions. While I feel he was right in a way, I also believe he was not.
His first misconception was his belief that students can question a teacher's opinion. While that would be the ideal classroom, in which a student and teacher can get into a friendly and class-widely beneficial debate, that is not the case. Most teachers would find an attempt to debate an opinion as a direct challenge to their authority, which in many cases it is not. That student would be promptly silenced, and potentially ordered out of the classroom or to the administration's office. So while in the ideal world, students and teachers would be able to debate, that is not the world we currently live in.
My father also stated that authority is not earned. It is something that is handed to down and thus cannot be challenged. I wholeheartedly agree with him on this point. Teachers have authority over students, simply due to their position as teachers. We cannot challenge their right to discipline (as it is given to them) and their authority to teach and instruct us as they see fit. You wouldn't challenge your boss on something, right? "No sir, I don't want to write that report, and I will reject your authority." Your boss would then reject your position and you would find yourself unemployed.
This is often confused with respect, however. While authority is handed to individuals, respect is earned. I believe that you should only show as much respect to someone as you feel they deserve. This takes a very mature and wise heart to correctly dole out the proper respect though. You can't confuse their use of their given authority as them disrespecting you. If they are polite and courteous to you, you should in return be polite and courteous to them. While you should generally give more respect to your elders, if they completely disrespect you, they have lost that privilege.
In conclusion remember this: opinions are meant to be politely questioned, authority is given, and respect is earned.
Recently, my father and I began talking about authority. This was in response to a situation I was in at the time, involving a teacher, their opinion, and the actions they the proceeded take. My father said I had the right to question my teacher's opinion, but not their authority to take actions. While I feel he was right in a way, I also believe he was not.
His first misconception was his belief that students can question a teacher's opinion. While that would be the ideal classroom, in which a student and teacher can get into a friendly and class-widely beneficial debate, that is not the case. Most teachers would find an attempt to debate an opinion as a direct challenge to their authority, which in many cases it is not. That student would be promptly silenced, and potentially ordered out of the classroom or to the administration's office. So while in the ideal world, students and teachers would be able to debate, that is not the world we currently live in.
My father also stated that authority is not earned. It is something that is handed to down and thus cannot be challenged. I wholeheartedly agree with him on this point. Teachers have authority over students, simply due to their position as teachers. We cannot challenge their right to discipline (as it is given to them) and their authority to teach and instruct us as they see fit. You wouldn't challenge your boss on something, right? "No sir, I don't want to write that report, and I will reject your authority." Your boss would then reject your position and you would find yourself unemployed.
This is often confused with respect, however. While authority is handed to individuals, respect is earned. I believe that you should only show as much respect to someone as you feel they deserve. This takes a very mature and wise heart to correctly dole out the proper respect though. You can't confuse their use of their given authority as them disrespecting you. If they are polite and courteous to you, you should in return be polite and courteous to them. While you should generally give more respect to your elders, if they completely disrespect you, they have lost that privilege.
In conclusion remember this: opinions are meant to be politely questioned, authority is given, and respect is earned.
Wednesday, November 28, 2012
Thanks for the memories
Recently, my
mother has been doing what she does best: nagging. She's been nagging about one
specific thing too. Almost every day, she'll ask me if I've sent out my thank
yous yet.
My birthday was a few weeks ago, and with that came gifts from family members. Then, due to common courtesy, I am expected to send out thank you notes or emails to those who sent me those gifts. I don't mind that, in theory. I am grateful that they thought of me (as some family members who won't be mentioned often forget) and that they spent the time, money, and effort to get me the gift.
However, this year, my mother has told me to do the thank yous electronically. Sure, it's easier for me. Sure, it costs less. But I have one major problem with that. It makes it too easy for them to respond. And with the responses could potentially come attempts to continue the conversation.
I love my family and all, but if I tell you what activities I'm involved in now and how school's going, what am I supposed to talk to you about around Christmastime? One of the reasons we gather for holiday events is to catch up on each other’s' lives. We can't disrupt that, now can we?
I also, in general, just hate writing thank yous because I'm legitimately bad at it. In real life, I'm not the most eloquent. But when it comes to saying thank you or expressing any sort of gratitude or feeling or anything toward anyone, I just sound artificial. I can't give compliments without sounding phony. I can't actually express my appreciation without sounding bogus. I'm just no good at that whole "communicating my feelings" thing. When I try to put it down on paper, it doesn't get any better. I still feel as though the words sound fake and forced.
So while I understand the necessity of thank you cards/emails. I still detest them. I want to express my thankfulness, but I don't want to do it in a way that the recipient might feel is actually devoid of those feelings and cause them to think that I'm just writing them because my mommy told me to.
Hopefully, I'll soon get too old for this stuff, and I'll only get gifts from my parents. Then I'll only need to write one thank you letter.
Life as a teenager is so hard.
My birthday was a few weeks ago, and with that came gifts from family members. Then, due to common courtesy, I am expected to send out thank you notes or emails to those who sent me those gifts. I don't mind that, in theory. I am grateful that they thought of me (as some family members who won't be mentioned often forget) and that they spent the time, money, and effort to get me the gift.
However, this year, my mother has told me to do the thank yous electronically. Sure, it's easier for me. Sure, it costs less. But I have one major problem with that. It makes it too easy for them to respond. And with the responses could potentially come attempts to continue the conversation.
I love my family and all, but if I tell you what activities I'm involved in now and how school's going, what am I supposed to talk to you about around Christmastime? One of the reasons we gather for holiday events is to catch up on each other’s' lives. We can't disrupt that, now can we?
I also, in general, just hate writing thank yous because I'm legitimately bad at it. In real life, I'm not the most eloquent. But when it comes to saying thank you or expressing any sort of gratitude or feeling or anything toward anyone, I just sound artificial. I can't give compliments without sounding phony. I can't actually express my appreciation without sounding bogus. I'm just no good at that whole "communicating my feelings" thing. When I try to put it down on paper, it doesn't get any better. I still feel as though the words sound fake and forced.
So while I understand the necessity of thank you cards/emails. I still detest them. I want to express my thankfulness, but I don't want to do it in a way that the recipient might feel is actually devoid of those feelings and cause them to think that I'm just writing them because my mommy told me to.
Hopefully, I'll soon get too old for this stuff, and I'll only get gifts from my parents. Then I'll only need to write one thank you letter.
Life as a teenager is so hard.
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