01. What do you even write a blog post about?

Blog post 1! Here we go. It feels silly to say that for my first blog post, I really didn’t know what to write about. So I guess I’ll explain a little deeper about me, my struggles, my passions, etc.

Happy reading!

I watched 500 Days of Summer for the first time last night. As a girl who loves any 2000s romcom I stumble upon, I figured I’d like it – but after those two hours, I knew that I had to include my thoughts in this post. To me, the romance of the movie took a backseat role – As Tom and Summer’s story progresses, the film flashes backward and forward in time to show how their relationship has changed ands developed over the course of the film. Rather than focusing on the romance, I feel like as I watched it, I understood Tom’s coming-of-age story more than anything. A young man works a silly job as a greeting card writer and withers away while trying to please everyone around him. In a silly way, I feel like I reasonate with Tom. As I’ve gotten older, it’s hard for me to balance pleasing others while staying emotionally healthy myself. I’ve struggled with being a people pleaser my entire life – starting from the first day I can remember of my childhood. Even if it sounds cheesy, the reason I bring this up is because sometimes, you just need to know that other people are feeling the same way that you feel. I have a bad habit that stems from anxiety of rewatching the same movies countless times – it brings me comfort and doesn’t force me to sit there anxious for two hours without googling the plot – which is another one of my bad habits.

I’m an incredibly passionate person. I fill my life with fleeting hobbies – when I was 12, I wrapped my life around running one of those Tumblr inspo Instagram accounts. Every year of my life, I’ve become obsessed with something. Running, thinking I could write a fanfiction, you name it. Now that I’m 21, I feel like I need a new hobby. Sometimes, my passions last throughout my life – annoying my sister is my favorite one. Others, well they get shoved behind stacks of books and old, coffee-rimmed essays from high school. So low and behold, today I decided I want to start a blog. Don’t get confused – I’ve never done anything remotely of the sort, and this hobby could very well end up in that abyss behind the books I’ve read too many times. In quite a narcissistic way, I want to be more of the “main character” of my life.