Daily Prompt

Back to School

Technically, I am still in school, but there’s always wondering somewhere back in my mind about forbidden what ifs.
What if I went to study literature instead? Japanese? Finnish? Music when I was still a kid? Dancing? All of them?

To tell you the truth, I’m greedy, I still want each and every one of these. I like to believe there’s still time, since I’m pretty young with my twenty years of existence.
Other times I wonder if I’m still young enough to achieve any of them at all. I’m aware that if I really want them and work hard to get them, I could reach every one of these goals within the next ten years. Maybe I will. Time will tell.

Then again, there’s always the what ifs for dreams above the sky we call real. These thoughts in my head feel more real compared to the sky. Let’s skip this conversation with myself, I’ll probably rant about it soon in another post.
So, back to what I was trying to say: I’d probably try to learn some kind of magic, alchemy or the trick behind becoming a Time Lord/Lady.

I forbid myself to use the what ifs consciously, for a simple reason. They waste the precious time of the present, on things I cannot bring back, cannot change. Also, I seperated them from achievable dreams.
Other than this, I think I’m completely free to (day)dream about the impossibilities of my life.
Like suddenly waking up and realizing I can play the piano. Eh.

I’d like to finish my short philosophizing with a quote by a brilliant poet and author, Sylvia Plath.
“I can never read all the books I want; I can never be all the people I want and live all the lives I want. I can never train myself in all the skills I want. And why do I want? I want to live and feel all the shades, tones and variations of mental and physical experience possible in life. And I am horribly limited.”


Daily Prompt: Party Animals, aka me vs. going out

Daily Prompt: Party Animals (?)
[ http://dailypost.wordpress.com/2013/07/21/daily-prompt-personality/ ]

After spending time with a group of people, do you feel energized and ready for anything or do you want to hide in the corner with a good book?

The question is basically whether we’re introverts or extroverts. (I advise you to read Quiet by Susan Cain if you’re not familiar with these expressions – or just type them in Google, but the book is worth a glance or two.)
Even though that’s the real question behind the question, it’s never quite that easy. We’re complex beings; black and white is not a way to define ourselves. So if we go back to the topic: it depends – on a lot of things.

As for me, I’m the introvert of the introverts, the really typical one. You can barely see me out of my castle (also known as my bedroom). I’m mostly reading/ studying, usually 27 hours a; I bet I would if there were more hours in a day… In the remaining time not spent sleeping, I usually help out my parents and play with my cats. If I don’t HAVE to go out, I’m not tempting fate by going out further than the front yard, and I’m going that far only for the cats.
Of course, I have friends with whom I go out every now and then.  They know I’m not the party animal in their life so they all respect it. Also, if I meet with a friend, I prefer it to be only the two of us so we can actually have proper, long conversations, catching up with the recent life events, enjoying our time together.

As I’ve said before, our personalities are not just black and white, and I’m usually not the life of a party if I attend one by chance – there was a gig I went to that kept me up for three days straight.
The first day and part of the second meant 8-8 hours of traveling to the concert, then back home, but I really didn’t have to spend the night of the concert and the day after it awake. To tell you the truth, it was probably the work of adrenaline. I enjoyed the concert so very-very much; seeing the band I love live made me so happy I couldn’t stop smiling. The memories gave me energy, motivation.
Just thinking back makes me giggle.

I never thought I’d be the one who gets fired up by a gig, being the bookworm I am, but apparently it’s possible. I became a bit different after this; realized it’s not so bad to go out from time to time, so I’m not exactly as bad as I’ve described myself some lines ago. My friends seem to approve of this change.