Life is finite: A slightly morbid, but unfortunately all too true, sentiment and one that I am sure resonates within all of us. Part of the beauty of the world we live in and our experiences is knowing that they are limited, nevertheless it can sometimes be a hard truth to swallow.
“Romance is dead” is an expression thrown around a lot, and I’m not here to say I agree with it but I can’t seem to shake the feeling that perhaps that statement has some truth. Why the question of romance is one of importance to me at all is an entirely different matter. Though at least I’m not alone, the whole world seems plagued with thoughts of it, at least to some extent: What it is, why it’s there, why it’s absent, where it can be found and so on and so on.
As many of you will know, either from social media or even from reading this blog, I was lucky enough to start attending the University of Sussex in September. This goal, albeit less specifically, is something I’ve been working towards for pretty much as long as I can recall… Or to be more precise for the past 7 years or so. To use the cliché; blood, sweat and tears were shed, (sometimes literally), on the (what felt like never-ending) journey to getting here. Perhaps it was naïve of me to think that all my problems would be solved upon my acceptance to university, but this has certainly not been the case…
Mental health is an issue which is gaining more and more momentum year by year, yet there’s still a huge stigma around it. Only a mere few days ago, (October 10), was it world mental health day – not a particularly well known day, but something that was getting a lot of love on social media nevertheless. “So if it’s gaining more acknowledgment, why does it still face such adversity?” I hear you ask…
It’s that time of year again, that I’m sure so many of you are familiar with yourselves… The seasons are changing, the temperatures dropping and for myself, that means just one thing – Time for a wardrobe update. So due to this (not so) desperate need for new clothes and okay, perhaps a little boredom, my online shopping addiction has resurfaced. Unfortunately, this is problematic for one of two reasons; Firstly, a want of money and secondly because I just can’t seem to damn well work out what clothes will look nice on me.
Before I begin I should probably clarify that the sex I am concerned with is not that which occurs between two people, but instead the biological sex an individual is born with. Between you and me, I’m pulling a bit of a Daily Mail trick with the ambiguity of the term, but I suppose if you’re reading this then it worked and I can only urge you to continue; It’ll be worth it, promise.
As a child, I remember one of the many things that occupied my thoughts being about (what seemed to be) the distant future. I’d sit atop my bunk bed, probably playing with some gender stereotypical doll and wondering what I’d look like when I was all grown up. Perhaps I’ve always just been a little vain, but I recall studying my face in the mirror and trying to predict what I’d look like when I was a teenager. It’s funny, when you’re a kid you think everything’ll be like an episode of Lizzie McGuire as soon as you hit thirteen. Yet of course it’s not, you’re still just as immature and gawky as ever, and even worse, crimped hair and flared jeans have gone out of style (again). Looking at myself now I think I can finally see who I aspired to be all those years ago: A young and confident woman with a great set of friends, a sense of purpose and everything as in place as it can be at this stage.