I Don’t Recognize Myself

This blog has been on hiatus for way too long. I didn’t really have anything to write about until now. Just to update, I have been accepted to the university and the program I wanted to go to all along. I apparently don’t do well on timed essays; thus, I didn’t make it to the stream I wanted to go into. I want to look at it as an accomplishment though: I beat 700-800 people that just like me at it. I only didn’t beat 80. I have to keep telling myself to focus on what I have to do now and for the future. My father keeps bringing it up though, and I know—I know I should have done better.

My summer has been hectic and exciting because there is so much I want to do, but so much I’m already doing now. Unlike the other summers, there haven’t been many days that I have absolutely nothing to do. For instance, I have been planning to visit my aunt in Montreal in early August with my boyfriend. That itself is another problem. However, what I really want to share is how I can’t recognize myself anymore. I can’t look in the mirror and say, “that’s me.”

I didn’t go through any cosmetic surgery either. I didn’t start wearing makeup. I see myself in the mirror when I brush my teeth or when I dress up every single day. For some reason, I can’t see myself as ‘myself’ anymore. It doesn’t make any sense. My boyfriend told me that it’s probably because I’m undergoing a mental change. Is that true? Does everything feel the same way when they experience mental changes? How come I’ve never felt this until now?

It bothers me but at the same time, it makes me insecure. I’m not mature as others say I am; I feel very insecure about my image. When I used to recognize myself, I was convinced by my friends that I was “over the average” based on looks. I was happy with that because I honestly want to make myself as presentable as I could be. With that in mind, I realized that only close friends would judge me out of the blue. I would, obviously, receive more lavished compliments from those who displayed feelings towards me. I asked one of my good guy friends last night about my image. He commented, saying that my new haircut is a nice improvement—which I openly admit. Other than that, he said and added nothing. In other words, I’m average. I understand that looking “average” is virtually advantageous to looking “over average” and looking “under average” for a number of reasons. But as a girl who used to believe that she was over average for a long period of time, it’s quite a fall. Why does it even matter? It matters a lot for me to be as presentable to everyone I meet.

I don’t think there’s a direct correlation between the realization of that I’m an average-looking girl to me not realizing myself though. I’ve felt like I’m not myself for quite a while now, before I realized that I was an ordinary-looking girl. There isn’t anything I can do about not being able to recognize myself in the mirror but I was hoping to find some solace in writing about it. Perhaps someone out there has felt the same way at some point in their lives and would like to share it with me.

If I haven’t changed physically, then I must have changed mentally—just as my boyfriend said. I think it could be true because I’m starting to open my eyes to more options in this world. It really isn’t about making it to the top of the world. It’s more about enjoying the life we have now. I wasn’t brought up to think this way but falling so many times (and falling in love this time) has made me see much more. I feel like I’m still growing—I literally feel it. I don’t stick by those credentials as much anymore when I’m interested in someone. The riches, the looks, the intelligence, the good family upbringing…should I still be looking closely into those? I feel that I still stick by them, as shallow as I can be, because I believe people can change. My family expects and trusts me to find a good husband who would satisfy all those credentials. Those credentials will help ensure that my family will be stable and not have to worry about the lack of necessities in life. I’m hoping that while my boyfriend is influencing me to enjoy the simple luxuries of life, I will also influence him to plan and work for the future so that he can enjoy the finer luxuries of life. My family and a couple of friends still think that I can “find someone better” but I don’t want to. Those credentials are important but it doesn’t mean that he can’t grow into them. Take me for example: I didn’t care about looks, grades, planning, family, or money as a kid. Now as I’m turning 18 in a few weeks, I understand the importance of them. I can’t lie around and do nothing. I spend my spare time planning for the future. I hope he’ll feel this way too, but I can’t pressure him. I used to spend a lot of time planning for him.

In any case, I’m very confused at where my mental evolution is taking me. I don’t know what I can do about myself either. I’ve also stopped eating as much as before; I pretty much eat one meal each day, which is dinner. I don’t know what to do nowadays except do short-term planning. I’ve also got some issues with my parents—especially my mom—being irrationally controlling. Just for the record, I’m not being rebellious—I just think they should know I can pick out my own wardrobe without my mother. I’ve done it before so I don’t understand why they’re being so strict about having my mother around. Do they not trust me to factor in cost, quality, and style before I purchase them? Whatever it is, I don’t plan on ranting about it for too long since I will be attending a small reunion dinner later.

My life feels so uninspiring.

Santa filed for bankruptcy protection.

On the morn of Christmas, one would expect at least a feast together with the family and a gift or two. Maybe some laughter and some cheer especially from the Catholic and Christian families. However, the most exciting part would probably be the gift exchanging but most of us expected it wasn’t going to come. To be honest, I didn’t even know Christmas was coming! I had no idea yesterday was Christmas Eve until I asked someone to go to the library on that day or the day after. 

Christmas has never played too big of a part to my family. Genuinely speaking here, we have different ideas of Christmas. Inside, we know that it is the birth of Jesus and that we should pray, go to Church, and read the Bible together but we don’t. My father thinks of it as another day of the holidays, my mom has an excuse to decorate the house with poisettias, my brother thinks of  it as a bargaining opportunity, and I used to think of it as the day I obtain presents which I probably don’t deserve. I don’t know what Christmas is in the mind of my oldest brother, since he’s never celebrated it with us for years. It looks like my brother and I suffered under Santa’s bankruptcy the most.

As I had mentioned, inside we have expected that this Christmas would not be as “full”. This expectation came unsuspecting into our lives, just like how the recession slipped into mine. Everyday feels the same to me, even though I know the entire world is affected. It’s like silently and slowly injecting a disease into somebody, and not having him/her realize what is happening or will happen to him/her. Life would still taste the same.

Santa would probably be sad if he heard that. Countless companies have closed down, including Santa’s. While it somewhat promotes the idea of bringing the true Christmas out of everyone, it’s not so good in Santa’s case. This year, he would not be able to pay his elves, feed his reindeer, purchase toy-making materials, feed his family, and decorate  his home and tree. Santa wouldn’t be able to provide us with those nice little gifts–whether we deserve it or not.

On the news, people are starting to appreciate “Christmas” they say. Due to the economic crisis, people are starting to put themselves in the shoes of the poor and homeless. In result, they are giving more to those needy people. Well, I guess we’ll need to thank the recession for this. Santa’ll need to pack up and move to a new home. It must be costly to live up in the north. Santa isn’t an exception to the crisis after all.

Just updating on my life.

3:46 PM

My life is just as good as it could ever be. I’ve gotten my mind off school for the past few days, regretably. Just for the record, there’s no particular purpose in me writing this entry– I just want to look back one day and think, “so this is how my life was back on…November 8th, 2008″. This might be interesting to people who are curious about some random teenage Chinese Canadian girl’s life.  

For the past few weeks, I’ve had people badgering me from time to time about this club I want to start. I personally think it’s a good idea and I haven’t gotten any criticism yet. It’s going to be called the Asian Student Association. I know that it’s going to be somewhat controversial because it’s focused on Asia and its culture but I actually have a very good reason for this. Besides the fact that I am Asian, I’m starting to get really annoyed at the amount of attention Africa is getting. I know they’re poor, miserable, and sick, but so are the people in Asia. These organizations claim to be working towards ending world poverty but all I’ve been seeing is ending the poverty in Africa. Also, I like pandas and I don’t want them to disappear from the face of the earth. I’m sure there are people who’ll agree with me on that. Anyways, there are a lot of misconceptions of being “Asian” despite the population of Asians all over the world. Just because these Chinatown restaurants have mice running all over the place doesn’t mean all Chinese restaurants do. Just because some Chinese drivers are ridiculous doesn’t mean all of them are. Even Chinese people are starting to discriminate themselves! For some reason, there’s a border between Mainland Chinese, Hong Kong Chinese, and probably Taiwanese Chinese. In any case, I want to clear these misconceptions in everyone’s mind. It’d be fun to teach Asian culture and learn a few things myself. We could make tofu….All this is starting to sound like a Chinese club because I’m Chinese but I plan to start a committee with an individual representing each Asian…culture. Sounds good, right? Now I just need to run it through administration when the time is right…

My units are okay, I’m not too behind because I’ve only recently stopped working consistently. I have confidence that I can go back on track any time I want but I really shouldn’t be procrastinating any longer. I wouldn’t want my workload to accumulate. Relaxing and doing nothing is so enjoyable though! I’ll edit this post later and record the time… Time to work on something else.