| and so it begins |
[ 09.25.07 | 06.48 pm ] |
ster·e·o·type (ster-ee-uh-tahyp) n.
1. A conventional, formulaic, and oversimplified conception, opinion, or image.
2. One that is regarded as embodying or conforming to a set image or type.
It seems to me that certain types of people, certain appearances, jobs, and social statuses seem to be subject to more stereotypes than the average. But then again it may seem that way to me only because I’ve pretty much always been in one or more of those specific groups. But then again it seems that the people who are most likely to create stereotypes, and act in accordance are those who are afraid of look down on the very people they’re simplifying and lumping into the very stereotypes. It’s easier to look down on a group of people when you don’t have to think of them as actual people with feelings and ambitions. You can write them off when they’re nothing more than their stereotype, that simple cardboard box you’ve put them into.
It could be said that I’m just bitter, I would definitely be entitled, but that’s not me. I could be angry and bitter and just pissed off at the world but I’d much rather spend my time and energy making my life better. Imagine how much life would be better for all involved if everyone looked at life that way. And look at me getting all philosophical. Make love not war. Hell, why not? It certainly burns more calories and is a lot more fun. I have a feeling some of our world leaders could learn a thing or two from some of us down here on the social ladder.
I’m going off for no reason. All I’m really worried about is getting through college and getting my degree. That may seem like being short sighted but for me, that’s a big deal. If you had asked me five years ago what I looked forward to I would have said I just wanted to survive until dawn. Survival is a long way from thinking about graduating from college. But then again my life has come a long way from where it was just a few years ago.
I’m one of those kids they make lifetime movies about. When I was sixteen my parents kicked me out of the house and I had nowhere to go. I survived the only way I knew how. I’m not proud of the things I did and how I got through but I did and more than anything that’s what matters. I did survive with only minimal scaring and I’m here to talk about it. Well, if I wanted to talk about it, which I don’t. It’s in the past and I’d like it to stay there.
Thanks to the help of a surprising friend I managed to get to where I am now. I’m only four semesters away from graduating with a bachelors degree in nursing. This is where I wait for the laughs to die down. Yes, I’m going to be a nurse. The tattooed, pierced, bad-boy, ex-street kid wants to be a nurse. It’s cliché to say I want to help people but it’s the truth. I more than once was saved from being in worse shape than I was by a nurse. I think that stuck with me more than anything. And what better way to thank the nurses that helped me than doing the same for someone else.
So, here I am. Only a few months away from completely turning my life around and finally being in a place where I can finally be proud of who I am and what I’m doing with my life. Not too shabby if you ask me.
taking all what others have hassled ; looking back to darker days getting me down and if this is chaos I think that I'm in love with clamor ; tides are turning ; never understood my undeveloped story ; but it makes sense to me, you make sense to me
shawn saves
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