Don't Read This—More of a Journal Entry than a Blog I Guess

I really don't care sometimes if we're being totally honest. I think the key word is sometimes. Usually I am so committed to the things I care about, whether those things are music (and forms of art in general) to social justice issues to even little things within philosophy and other areas in that same vein—I care so much. However, there are those days where everything really blows. You get out of bed and do all the things you're supposed to do and when you finally get back home and have a moment to actually sit there and think and then everything comes crashing down. The whole facade of being perfectly awesome crumbles and you deal with yourself in the reality of your own mind. The fake person cultivated on your LinkedIn is directly contrasted with who you actually are. I think there's an interesting question there: is there a real you? This implies the other parts of your identity aren't real and are fake or something else like that, so it is kind of hard for me to say there are necessarily real and fake parts of "you"—maybe just compartmentalized parts. There's parts of me that no one will ever know about here at Ohio Northern, and certainly for good reason, at least I think so (and how much of that is dependent on the fact I don't really have many friends here at Northern I think is the biggest part). And there are certainly parts of me that are not very readily available to people in other parts of my life and in that same way of thinking, there are parts of me no one but Adam knows about, which I think goes for everyone. Everyone has a part of themselves that is secret and hidden, I guess it is just to varying degrees. 

My birthday is on Saturday. A whole 21 years old. I wonder if I will end up doing anything or end up just staying in my dorm and working on papers that are due for finals week (almost with complete certainty I can say it will be the latter). Yet another awesome, "monumental" experience which will be spent in such a different way in comparison to almost everyone else (can I get a yeehaw?). I guess we can chalk it up to something else being sort of wrong rather than the true culprit (me). Whatever! Life is all about putting on the happy face and acting like everything is just great all the time, right? So here's my happy face :))))))))))))