Happy Thursday! Sorry I didn't write a post yesterday, as soon as I finished my homework we rented Zero Dark Thirty, which took up the rest of the night. It was so good, and I encourage everyone to watch it! I've always been very interested in 9/11 and what happened because of it. I was six when it happened, I was in kindergarten, and almost everyone in my grade remembers something from that day, but I just can't honestly say that I remember anything from that tragic day, which kind of sucks because that was the first major world event that happened in my life time. Dang it.
So I'm not sure if you remember a certain friend of mine who took me to see Rocky Horror Picture Show, but she's kind of the rebellious one who does her own thing. She dropped out of high school, works at a pizza joint, and just moved into a house with two housemates, who are both thirty-year-old men. Maybe I'm just super sheltered (ha, "maybe") but I feel like most teenage girls don't do that. Especially when they're super smart (like she's actually a genius) and have so much potential and talent. I mean, I feel like this girl has just picked up her whole life and just flushed it down the toilet. Doesn't she realize that she probably won't be accepted into college with a GED, which means she may be a waitress for the rest of her life? Doesn't she think about these things?
Remember on Monday when I told you it was the third anniversary of my best friend's dad's death? Yep. She's that best friend. If you had known her before her dad died, and then talked to her now, you would think she was two completely different people. She used to be very girly, with most girls' insecurities and wishes and thoughts. Now, she's still very bubbly and friendly, but there's a darkness to it. She has decidedly chosen to isolate herself from society. She moved out of her mom's house, lived with her grandparents for a while, and today I helped her move into her new house. I mean, could you imagine doing that at 17 years old?!
Then I think, Wait. I'm actually jealous of her. Don't get me wrong, of course I'm not jealous of the fact that her father is dead and has virtually no interaction with her mom, but she's free. She has achieved what most of us want but don't have the guts to acquire: freedom. She is free to do whatever she wants, whenever she wants. She is living in the present, whereas most of us are living in the future (always worrying and planning). She told me that she realizes that a lot of people don't agree with how she's living her life, but that's just it: it's her life. She is living it how she wants to, which is something I've never been able to say. She also said that she knows that her life is going to get much harder when she gets older, but she wants to (and she'll be able to) say that when she was young, she was free. I don't think I'd want to be in her situation, but I definitely admire her courage to just say no to what everyone else wants her to do, and just do what she wants to do. Because that's what matters.
Carpe Diem,
Brooke
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