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Life is Sweet like an Ice Cream Cone

“Technically, just like with the rings of a tree or Carbon-14, it had to be possible to measure the passage of time with the melting of vanilla ice cream.” -Herman Koch, The Dinner.

Earlier in the summer, I made a list of all the books I wanted to read before school starts on the notes application in my iPhone . With titles from The Wolf of Wall Street by Jordan Belfort to Karen Mack’s Freud’s Mistress, the list was similar to that of the ice cream shop we went to last night: not overwhelmingly extensive in options, but satisfyingly diverse in content.

I just finished Herman Koch’s The Dinner yesterday morning.
A spontaneous buy at the Chicago O’Hare airport, I perused two bookstores before finding the perfect novel to follow my recent wrap-up with Sienna Brooks and Robert Langdon in a tireless search for an unknown plague in Dan Brown’s inferno.

Brief Thoughts on novel: In short, Koch’s writing was incredible throughout the book, but I wasn’t in love with the ending as it lacked the meticulous creativity that was so present in the numerous preceding pages. However, Koch reaches a vast audience in that his diction is genuine and the breakdown of the plot (which takes place over the course of a single dinner) is presented in the chronological constituents of the characters’ four-course meal, starting with the aperitif.

Last night, we made a post-dinner trip to a local ice cream shop on the island. We unanimously ordered single-scoops of various flavored ice cream on sugar cones that we took outside the shop to enjoy in the evening’s warmth. The outdoor temperature got to our ice cream faster than we could, so we tried to finish our cones quickly before the heat melted our delectable desserts into a gooey mess.

With the story still fresh in mind, I was reminded of the above quote last night while eating my ice cream cone.  I often find myself rushing through life and focusing more on the destination rather than the journey to said destination. I over-analyze the steps it takes to reach a goal and although I find accomplishing my goals extremely rewarding, I can’t help but feel disappointed that I couldn’t find the same enjoyment in the steps it took to get there.

So to keep this post short and sweet like last night’s Moose Tracks ice cream, here’s what I’m trying to say:
Just as one enjoys the process of eating ice cream despite the heat that is causing it to melt quickly, so should one enjoy life’s various situations no matter the speed. Even if you are rushing through your journeys and things are moving at a faster pace than you are comfortable with, remember to enjoy every second of it as if you are enjoying an ice cream cone on the Turks and Caicos islands.

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An Open Letter to People with a Staring Problem

Dear Creepy Strangers,

I hope you are not offended by my blunt use of the word ‘creepy’ to describe you, though I often get the impression my comfort isn’t one of your concerns.

I used to believe that the bold strangers were those whom were most vocal; you know, who candidly yelled out “compliments” in the form of statements like “Damn girl, you’re pretty as hell” followed by some obscene sexual gesture, or “Hey…hey…HEY! You got a boyfriend?” However my response that was often simply ignoring them or sometimes inevitably laughing at their audacity proved that these strangers were not the creeps, but rather their silent counterparts.

All too often when out in a large group I notice an alarming number of strangers with a staring problem. Now, I will be the first to admit that I am nothing special to look at and cannot figure out the reason for the ridiculous amount of stares I receive. Nonetheless, men and women alike are often guilty of staring for far too long to the point of making me and my company uncomfortable.

Just last night at the local fish fry in Turks and Caicos, I experienced an unsettling number of silent onlookers seemingly observing my mundane habits of eating and talking with friends. There was a man in a red polo shirt who I found staring at me every time I looked up from eating dinner. He didn’t stop staring when we made eye contact, and that only increased my discomfort.

Similarly, a woman donning a bright green shirt, likely a fellow tourist, maintained her gaze for so long that the friend I was with pointed it out to me before I noticed it myself. Though her incessant staring appeared to be harmless, it only added to the numerous others I encountered doing the same thing.

The man with the red polo shirt often walked inexplicably close to me at various times throughout the evening, and although these gestures were not nearly as abrasive as the aforementioned cat callers, I  found myself more uncomfortable around this silent, staring stranger.

I become more conscious of my actions and often feel discouraged from innocently dancing and enjoying myself because I assume it will only attract more unwanted eyes.

Perhaps I’m naive in believing that most of us were taught at a young age the impolite nature of staring at others. I’ve seen numerous tips for women on how to deal with crass outspoken men, but I’ve yet to discover a realistic solution to ridding the psychical and corporeal discomfort experienced from these creepy strangers who stare at me for far too long.

Unless I am doing something explicitly embarrassing or have food on my face, the unwanted looks will remain just that. A true example of actions speaking louder than words, the prolonged stares undoubtedly creep me out and make me feel more unfairly objectified than most cat calls have ever made me feel. The silent onlooker’s intentions  and motives remain a mystery and that mysterious nature causes a lasting discomfort that cannot be resolved with pitying laughter or a turn of the head.

From me to you, creepy people, please reconsider your mysterious and uncomfortable actions and remember the wise words of author Bryant McGill, “Good manners are appreciated as much as bad manners are abhorred.”

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Turning 20 Takes Courage

While I’m always ecstatic whenever a loved one’s birthday rolls around (or mine…especially mine), this one feels significantly different than the others. I was talking to a friend the other day about my upcoming 20th birthday and the disturbing number of online articles I’ve seen listing all the things people wish they knew at 20.

It’s like for whatever reason, 30+ year-olds everywhere are picking up their special edition hindsight glasses, dusting them off and looking back to their 20s. Then simultaneously, or within a week of each other, they all submit their posts online—conveniently in time for me to start my one-week countdown to packing up my teenage years in my large, purple Rubbermaid memory box and throwing it in the storage room.

Although these insightful posts are, well, insightful, I can’t help but feel pressured from them. I know the secrets; I’m privy to all these things that people regret being blissfully unaware of at 20 and now feel obligated to share them with the newly-20-year-olds of the world. But because of the inability to evade these ubiquitous posts, I feel as though I hold the key to unlock up the trunk specifically made for 20 somethings to ensure the best decade of their lives.

So at this point I have two options: Run as fast as I can within the next two weeks to said secret-holding-trunk to ensure my 20’s end up “better” than the authors of these posts, or kindly thank them for the key, but toss it in the nearest lake next time I’m walking my dog.

I think I’ll take the latter and try it out for myself. Just as life, in its entirety, takes us on a convoluted path and often leads us down roads that seem like the farthest thing from what we actually want, lately I’ve been enjoying life’s confusing ride and where I’m ending up. Turning 20 takes courage to go on a new path without looking at where others have gone, but rather making it your own and being creative.

So here’s to turning 20 in 6 days and worrying not about what I can do to ensure a flawless couple of years, but rather focusing on how much fun I will be having and the path I will create for myself. Click read more to see a list of things I do and don’t want to continue when I turn super old in a week!

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Letting It All Hang Out

I am a student at a college that, despite holding a fairly high position in the notorious Best Colleges rankings,  is often mistaken for other Universities in the area.  Similar to my school choice, I am pursuing a career that is equally overlooked and often mistaken for a life of “written bullshit” that leaves you poor and struggling: Journalism.

From trying to figure out how to get started (still doing that) to overcoming the numerous mini-heart attacks I get whenever thinking about my future, it has been quite the journey so far. The weird part? I love it. I enjoy directly challenging myself and pushing my limits, even if my perfectionist personality gets in the way 99% of the time. The hard part? Narrowing down what field of journalism I would ultimately like to spend the rest of my life happily frolicking in and blossoming into an awesome journalist.

I’m all about inspirational quotes, whether from the ubiquitous Pinterest pins my friends post or the unique encounters with people every day, so I’ll be sure to include them on this blog whenever I can!

Thanks for reading, and remember: “Those who were seen dancing were thought to be insane by those who could not hear the music.” -Nietzsche.

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