Monday, 30 April 2012
Ok. Maybe it wasn't that much of an adventure. I just went looking for a Starbucks today and I found one. :) I did without my GPS, too. I was pretty happy with myself.
Originally, I had searched for an address and was going to put it in my GPS. You know, do things the easy way. Well, the GPS needs to be updated and couldn't find the road I was looking for, so I went out driving in the direction I thought it was in and I found it. Pretty awesome.
I haven't been to a Starbucks since December, so I was pretty excited about getting a really good frappacino.
My plan for today was to go to Starbucks, buy some coffee, find somewhere to sit, and just write. That's all I've been wanting to do lately.
I want to write about anything and everything. As long as I'm writing, I'm thinking about something else. I'm not worried, scared, lonely, etc. Writing seems to open my mind. Whenever I get it all on paper, it's like a weight has been lifted off of my shoulders and I feel so much better emotionally and mentally.
After the dream I posted about and reading the comments people had left, I decided to start keeping a dream journal. Sometimes my dreams can be absolutely crazy and it'd be funny to go back and see what they were about and if I can interpret them myself. I've already written about a couple, but I think I'll keep those to myself. :)
Anyway, back to Starbucks.
I sat there for almost two and a half hours, just listening to music and writing, sipping my coffee. It was very relaxing and I loved it. I people watched, which is always fun to do. Normally, that's why my best friend and I go to Starbucks.
I usually categorize people in my head as I see them walk in. College stud. High school friends. Book worm. Nutcase. Fashion Victim. So on and so on. A girl walked in that I couldn't help but stare at. She was tall, skinny, long blonde hair, and her right arm was a sleeve of tattoos. She had on some killer heels with skinny jeans and a tight band t-shirt. Rocker chick. I'm not gonna lie, I was envious. She's what I want to be or maybe she's what I use to be.
I use to be very punk rock. I've been thinking about it a lot lately and I miss that. It was comfortable for me. I think I started changing my style my sophomore or junior year of high school. Don't get me wrong, I like the way I dress now. I love wearing heels and dressing up and looking hot, but I can do that with the style I changed from. I find now that it's more comfortable for me and fits my personality better than the way I dress now.
I'm not saying I'm going to go to extreme lengths to change the way that I look or dress. But now that I'm not in high school anymore, I don't have to dress to impress the people I thought I should be impressing. I can go back to being who I was and nobody will think any differently about it.