I've always felt lucky. I am fairly lucky, I have a fabulous family, great friends, and now I have a fantastic boyfriend. But having these things makes me feel bad for taking several things for granted.
I am apart of the entitled generation called "millennials." We are the the generation of "me, myself, and I," we want what we want and won't accept anything else.
Saying that my generation makes me sad could be seen as hypocritical because I am guilty of the faults included. However, that does not stop me from being sadden by my peers.
Between the entitlement that kids my age feel about the laws, relationships, and several other daily occurrences, I begin to feel that they don't understand how they sound.
Which is why I like to try to focus on the things I do have.
First of all, I'm attending college. This is probably one of the simple, yet very expensive things, that I sometimes take for granted. My parents didn't get degrees when they were my age, so it is very special that I get to further my education. I also thank my parents that they are willing to help make this possible.
I have an amazing family. My mom is my best friend. I can tell her anything. She is always there for me and she's more understanding than I could have ever hoped for. She will bend over backwards for me and I really appreciate all she does. My little brother is the greatest little kid while also being annoying at times. He's a great little 5 year old and I love spending time with him. My stepdad is probably the coolest guy I could have gotten as a stepdad. He always knows how to fix a situation. He's very intelligent and I would even consider him to be a great second dad. My Mimi is the best ever. Being my only grandmother, we're pretty close. When I was young we lived with my grandparents, and she's been the coolest. She does more for me than I could ever fathom and she doesn't even expect a thank you, although they are readily accepted. My dad is pretty cool. He thinks he's big and bad, but he would do anything for me. We've had a rough few years. You know how mothers and daughters relationships are supposed to get strained? I think that's happening with us. My stepmom is more of a friend. She's easy to talk to and I can tell her the goings on in my life that I can't really tell my dad. My Papa should also be listed, because even though he passed, he was and is and will always be a very important part of my life. He was my bestest buddy when I was a little girl and he inspires me. When I am feeling down, I ask myself what he would think of me. He makes me want to be a better person. He also makes me want to strengthen my relationship with God.
My friends are the strangest, craziest people you will ever meet. There's Kelsey... I'm not sayin she's crazy, but I'm also not sure of her sanity. I'm just playin, although she is ADD. But that doesn't define our friendship. In the past 4 years, she has become the best friend that I ever could have asked for. She has helped me grow as a person and to see things in a different way. She's helped me break down a lot of insecurities and she was there for me even when I wasn't there for myself. I don't know how to thank her for the endless times that she's come to my house when I wasn't feeling well or drove me to some far off place just to get my mind off things. She will make an amazing wife to someone one day and I hope she finds her perfect man, because she's a great person and deserves it. Jasmine has become a great friend to me in the few months that we've known each other. If it wasn't for Bear, we wouldn't even know each other. She says awkward a lot, but it's okay because she does get stuck in a lot of awkward situations. She's probably the most outrageous person just because she has a huge personality. She knows how to have a good time and she's a lot like me. She's got her broken, insecure parts that just need some love. I think our similarities are what makes us get along so well. We just understand each other. She's a really caring person. She's willing to talk to you whenever you have a bad day, even if it's super late at night. Brooke is the single best roommate I could have received. She's the perfect amount of funny and understanding. She knows what to say to cheer you up, even if she says she doesn't. She is respectful of your space and is willing to change things up to make it easier for you. She gets that being roommates is about compromise. Plus she's just fun to be around and actually enjoys talking. There's Evan back home, who has been my best guy friend since freshman year. He's really a great guy, even though he acts like a total dick sometimes. There's Carl here who is a great friend to party with but also an equally great friend to just chill with. There's Bear who is a really thoughtful guy. Orlando who is actually really funny once you crack open his shell. Brian who is amazing and I'm glad I got to still be friends with him after Josh and I broke up. Alex who is actually really funny, even when he's joking about Sam and I. And several others who have made being in college a great experience.
Then there is Sam. Who can also be called Samuel L Jackson, Samuel Adams, or his real name Samuel McBroom. But really, Samonella is my favorite, even though I usually just call him Sam or Sammy. I have to thank Kelsey for making it possible to meet him. At first I thought he was going to be a douche because he's attractive. Boy, was I wrong... He's actually significantly more amazing than I had imagined. By now, I bet you have guessed that he's the boyfriend right? He is. He's super cheesy and makes me smile, even when he's not with me. He could be the best guy I've ever met. Which sounds super lovey-dovey, but I'm not in love. I just really like him. He makes me want to be a better person. Unlike Josh, he makes me want to be nicer to people, to grow as a person, to be better on the inside rather than to look more like a supermodel. It's eyeopening to be with someone like Sam. You realize the way you've been acting lately. I realized that I had been gaining confidence before him, but despite my bump on Monday, I'm still gaining that confidence. He doesn't ever pick at me or try to make me realize my faults. Instead, you can tell where he's accepted those faults as apart of me that he likes. Which is weird for me, after hating those parts of myself, to have them just taken in by another as something that's quirky or cute. I'm starting to sound cheesy and gushy, which I am currently. It's because I'm finally happy.
I can say that by counting my blessings and being grateful for all these things that I can finally say that I am genuinely happy after years of focusing on everything "bad" in my life.
I was focusing on the things that I felt entitled to, such as having a perfect body or the hottest boyfriend.
Focusing on the good things will bring good into your life. I realize that my life isn't perfect, but the imperfections don't matter to me anymore. I have so many things to be thankful for. Why would I want to waste my time on my old ways?
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