I’m not as cynical as I can come off. I’ve always seen the world through rosy colored lenses, and it will be the downfall of me. I guess I just can’t accept things at face value, I always think it isn’t a big deal or will change in the near future as the universe works out its kinks. I can’t really get sad, because when I do, I realize that being able to feel emotion is something so beautiful it cancels out any sadness I had. I’m also a crier, so whenever someone yells I cry because I guess I’m just hyper sensitive but after a while I laugh so much because crying so funny. Thousands of tears shed, and we can still produce more. We read The Watson’s go to Birmingham in 5th grade and I remember the line from it “My eyes don’t cry no more.” And it sort of stuck with me, as a way of saying mine still do, and there’s something to be said about that. So I don’t think I’ll ever feel sad or guilty when I cry for any reason. I’ll feel elated that I have emotion and feel so alive that my blood boils with excitement at the mere feeling of feeling.
I also look at people with rosy tinted glass. I give too much, I feel hurt, but do nothing about it. That’s the thing about me and people. I don’t like them as a whole. But then they always go around doing something to make you fall in love with them. They hit there hand on a desk and cock their head to the side to try not to cry out. She drops her pencil and sorta laughs at herself. He walks in the hall way to a beat. She’s mean to someone because she doesn’t understand feelings yet. Individuals do the shittest most vial things to each other but it’s all beautiful because they can. They’re so glorious on their own and come with their own universe of understanding and experience that I love them. And I hate them. I love them because I can hate them. The duality of emotions is what makes them so profound.
I think my really good friend would be an example. She’s childish, she knows it. She revels in it and I do too. I don’t know how to respond to her a lot of the time and I think she often thinks I’m angry with her for some reason. I am not used to open people. People are hardly open anymore. But she is. She’s as wide open as can be with doe like eyes looking out onto this world we inhabit. I can’t take her all in at once, so I shutdown a lot. But I go home and think things all over and realize that’s exactly what’s so fantastic. It’s her self realization of flaws and understanding that being nice will get you as far as you want in life. She calls out random things in a way of saying ‘hey, I’m here’ and it’s so perfect because she is there. She is there and has a heart so big ate her whole. She’ll laugh loud, ask questions, admit defeat, and then realize she was never defeated because a person like her can never be. They can only grow, grow, and grow. Because she cracked any ceiling that will hold people back in adulthood at such an early age, her growth not as a person, but as a soul can only be as linear as she wants. I haven’t really met someone quiet like her, and I’ll revel in that as long as I possibly can. I hope everyone gets a Georgian Laina in their life. I don’t know how you’d survive without.
To wrap it up, I don’t think there’s anything as liberating as sticking your hand out of a moving cars window at night.