I really haven't been blogging much at all. Reading nad's and s's blogs has made me feel like being more introspective. In the past two semesters, I have focused on getting an internship/a job- sometimes, it seems, so much that I've stopped to think about improving myself, about finding out who I truly am and really want. This is probably also due to me being in a somewhat "long-term" relationship for the first time. Being together with someone does make life less flexible in a way, but me thinks more enjoyable (for now at least). Major life decisions have to involve considering the bf and his preferences, some times so much that I feel not very me. It's good though, I suppose. Part of growing up and all is to learn to care for people and even put them above self.
Some of nad's comments have made me think that perhaps, gasps, I am boring. In some sense of the word, I am. I do not seek to hurl myself towards developing countries with a backpack. I have no obscure interests. I don't like extreme sports, or even any sports that carries a relatively high risk of injury. I like having a simple life and being happy even though I don't really know what it takes to make me happy. So far I've just amassed a list of things which I know make me unhappy, or does not make me happy, but where is that elusive end of the rainbow where all is good? Perhaps it's a figment of my imagination and doesn't really exist. Sometimes life confuses me.