carleymeiners

This summer is Columbia has taught me multiple things about growing up. The biggest lesson would be just that, to grow up. Really, what does that even mean? Does it mean looking past hurtful things, or forgiving even when you can’t forget? Does it mean not talking about your feelings when all it does is cause problems, or does it mean bottle all your emotions? I’m not quite sure which is correct.

I guess for the past two months, I’ve tried to learn when to push past certain issues and when to fight for what you feel people are doing wrong. You could say it has gotten me in trouble though. I look for people to treat me the same I would treat them, but when that is not reciprocated, all I know to do is talk about. Reason through why, or what I did wrong. Maybe it’s not what I did wrong though, maybe it’s just how people are and I should get over it.

I think the biggest lesson that Missouri has taught me, so far, is to move on. Let people be who they are and don’t hold grudges. I can’t change anyone, and I should probably stop trying to reason through why people make the decisions that they do. 

“A song is a song. When you start talking about your personal life, you start allowing people to change your words.” -Taylor Swift

Writing is probably a better coping mechanism than any friend I confide in. Especially when people love to talk. I guess the answer to my own question really is to just grow up, used as a metaphor to move on. Hopefully I’ll finally use this blog to do so, write about it and move on, while channeling a little Taylor Swift along the way (;