This was originally published on January 25, 2012. If I could time travel, I would go back to that day, meet myself, scold myself (because hardship shouldn’t be desired; it’s hard) and then give myself a hug.
Since I came to college, I have been obsessed with the fact that I am so normal. I have written blog posts and journal entries, had conversations, and lived a life trying to figure out why I am so normal. I want conflict (naively)! I want hardship (naively)! It’s silly, I know. But it’s something that I think about.
I have always preferred white bread and plain bagels, which has made for a great metaphor. I am white bread. I am normal.
The other day, I was grocery shopping, and they were out of plain bagels. So I had to buy honey wheat. I was really upset. I am a plain bagel person. I will always be a plain bagel person.
So a couple of days later, it was time to open up the honey wheat bagels, and I did it begrudgingly. And I made my usual cheese and ham sandwich with a toasted bagel, and I bit into it, and the world opened up and the sun smiled on me. I loved it!
Sometimes you go your whole life thinking something is one way, and if you just step out of it, you can start having something another way. Metaphors. Bagels. Awesome.