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Caleb Nastasi 2016

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Recently, since I'm visiting home, I took a trip down memory lane and ventured into my high school yearbooks. It was cool to see what people said and who I was friends with back then but I noticed a reoccurring theme. Before I go into it I don't want anyone to think that I don't appreciate their kind words because they are very sweet and I am grateful for them. BUT when 30 out of 40 little blurbs from acquaintances all mention "it was nice to get to know you, you're so beautiful" (and other variations but all with the same point) it gets to me. I AM MORE THAN MY PHYSICAL BEING. I have more to offer this world than a pretty face or an "attractive" form. I have ideas, thoughts, opinions, a fucking personality. I appreciate the compliments but is someone ever going to love what's actually important? Is anyone ever going to see past my body and really like me? So yeah I'm tired of hearing how amazing my eyes are, how attractive my height is, how "banging" my body is... I get it, messaged received and I thank you but please try to find something of substance instead of something temporary and not as of important. Again, I'm not ungrateful, I do appreciate it. It makes me think though, is this all I will bring to this world? A pretty face for a short amount of time and then ill reminisce about the glory days of being "a hot lil thing"?

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Taylor Albert, Hark Singh and Alondra Rodriguez for VLUXYER 5/22

Photo: Grey Kennedy (IG: greyrosekennedy)

Alondra Rodriguez for VLUXYER 5/22

Photo: Grey Kennedy (IG: greyrosekennedy)

Taylor Albert for VLUXYER 5/22

Photo: Grey Kennedy (IG: greyrosekennedy)

Hark Singh for VLUXYER 5/22

Photo: Grey Kennedy (IG: greyrosekennedy)

Who Are You?

I am jealous of those who know what they want out of life, people that know who they are, what they are good at and what they are passionate about. To think that some people out there have everything figured out is mind blowing. I have trouble picking out what to eat or what to wear; I cannot even stress how difficult it is to pick a major.

Sometime I feel like there are different people within me. There’s the dark, psychology loving, horror fanatic, sadistic and recluse. Then there is the flower frolicking, all loving, natural, wild and adrenaline junkie. Add a bookworm, coffee addicted, poetry writing, and artist that loves watching and analyzing films. Lastly, there’s a feminist that likes to think philosophically, think outside the box, prose questions that people rather ignore; the deep thinker, the music appreciator, the logical gal. It’s so confusing, which one is ME? Which one is the real me? Being all of them drive me crazy, who am I today? What am I feeling like today? I don’t know what’s what, who’s who, or which is which.

So I don’t what the fuck I want to do in life. Design, sell, desk job, labor, teach… who knows. There is so much pressure on young adults to make the decision NOW and QUICK but we don’t have to, I sure as hell wont. So stop asking what I’m majoring in, stop asking me what I want to do in life, and stop making me decide. I am who I am in this moment, I am not who I will be in five years and I am not the same person as I was 5 years ago. I am forever changing, learning and living. The more we try to make sense of what is happening and why it is the more we miss the feeling, the experience and the memories.

Basically I don’t know a lot right now but that’s not to say I wont in the future. With experience comes insight and it molds and changes you as a person. Just be who you are and embrace what comes at you.

Labels, Titles, and Beliefs, OH MY!

What is up with society trying to put labels on everything, like absolutely everything? Its getting out of hand don’t you think? I can’t pass up on a chicken dish without questions raised, sometimes I don’t want to eat meat. I can’t say no to a beer without being called a joy-kill, goody or stiff. I can’t reject a man without him asking if I am lesbian. I am labeled as damaged or troubled when it’s discovered I see a therapist. Regardless of what I decided to do or not there shouldn’t be this overwhelming need to put a name to it. I think people feel comfortable when they have a category they fall under, something they can identify with but it’s extremely harmful, suffocating even.

I believe that you should let life come at you and you should just take it one day at a time as you are. I believe that you shouldn’t question people’s choices and motives behind those choices. I guess because I am a private person that I don’t believe in getting into someone’s business unless they bring it up or ask for my advice. I let the people in my life come as they are and I embrace them for all the things that makes them, them. I don’t try to categorize it or try to get an explanation for the way they are.

This all really stemmed from an encounter I had with a classmate a month or so ago. The topic of sexual orientation was brought up and, predictably, everyone started labeling him or herself. I was unsettled, I mean I know who I am but these strangers wanted a definite label to explain my preferences and lifestyle. I brought up why it mattered, why did I need to explain myself to everyone? Would it make them like me more? Make them hate me more? It wouldn’t do any good to get into detail. Of course that was an unpopular answer. Going home after class I had a meltdown, the words and opinions of those classmates breaking my own beliefs. Did I need to be labeled? To identify with one specific group? Was it just totally bizarre to feel the way I did? Would anyone ever understand me? That’s the root of the evil isn’t it, the desire to be understood? No one wants to feel like an alien among his or her own species. I remember researching different labels and sexual orientations on the LGBTQ website, there had to be one that I fell under right? Yes, in fact several. That only made me more stressed. Which did I choose? Which did I tell people?

Crying frustrated and stressed out I texted my friend who I think is the only person that will truly understand me. I told her about what happened and how I was feeling like a freak. She let me know that since when did I care about what other people thought? She was right, of course. I soon relaxed and remember who the fuck I am. I am my own person, I am comfortable in my own skin, and the way I am. I did not need to fit in with others to feel happy or feel a sense of secureness. I am unique and I know what who I am.

I think people are really cutting themselves short by labeling themselves or giving themselves titles. By doing that you are limiting yourself from possible opportunities. Maybe you’re like me and you don’t fit in just one, that means you are free to be open to new opportunities and can just take life as it is without the pressure to act like a person of your label would.

So next time someone pressures you to explain yourself tell them “It isn’t a secret, but it sure isn’t any of your business either.”