Okay, I’m changing on you once again. I’m feeling over-productive this morning (I guess it’s 2:38 p.m., but I’m still in ‘morning’ mode), and the cool fall breeze and sunshine drifting in through my windows are sending me clear signals that I must act! I must do! Something! Anything!
… so I will adopt a new blog. How’s that for earth-shattering? (and lame?)
You know, even keeping a fancy-schmantsy blog… this in itself makes me feel thrown in the herd of all those people in my generation now being snidely labeled as ‘hip.’ Do I want to be ‘hip’? No, actually, not really. One of the things that pushes my buttons most is being labeled, put in a box and categorized as “figured out and understood” with other people of my nationality, my religion, my sex, my generation… but, to be honest, one of the tell-tale signs of ‘hipsters’ is that you want to fight against the system, isn’t it? Ha.
In fact, my whole life has been fairly cliche so far: I went to a private Christian university. I thought I was breaking out of the norm of my small farm town upbringing, but it turns out I was entering a whole new world of cliche–to the umpteenth degree, as I quickly found out. (Thank you very much, cool young hip Christian communities.) Then, I rebelled and said NO! I will not conform to the things that this university tells me I should be! So I decided to study art, because I thought being an artist would be a really easy way to become an individual. Turns out that the art community thing (especially the Christian one) had its own cliche going on. It sickened me to the point where I said NO! I will not conform to the identity of a starving-artist-who’s-really-mooching-off-their-parents-but-swear-I-live-only-on-philosophical-ideas-that-you-don’t-understand! So I decided to become an English major. Turns out that I was following my mother’s footsteps. But I figured I’d much rather do that and have completely no idea where life was going to take me, rather than live the empty shell life of an “artist” in New York (which is where you go if you’re a young artist in order to burn your flame bright for about two years and then be snuffed out). And then came the end of college, and I decided I didn’t want to go with the flow and go to grad school like “everyone” else, so I started traveling and teaching English. But guess what? Yep, apparently the “thing” to do now–unbeknownst to me at the time–is to go vagabond for a couple years right after college. To get life experience. To get travel savvy. To learn a language. To immerse yourself in another culture.
But, whatever. Fine. I’m not cool enough to be a hipster anyway, so I’m not too worried about being labeled as one. Maybe the reason I keep doing this blog thing is that I want to show evidence of just one example of a life that’s just simply lived–not one that keeps up with trends, or even sets the trends, or (consciously) conforms to the norms of societal bounds.
Or maybe I’m just still in that ‘lost youth’ phase, and I’m trying to show you that I’m going to fight against The Man, The System, or whatever else it is that’s telling me what to do. Immature? Probably. But whatever it is, it’s a record of this particular moment, and because it’s a part of who I am, regardless of who I was or who I’m going to be, and I think that’s worth looking at. Because the reality is that there is not one single person who can be put neatly into a box. There’s always some weird deformity or quirk that sticks out and keeps us from fitting in perfectly. And thank God for that, right?
So, there you go. The new blog is going to be one that shows the quirks of life, and one that revels in those quirks. And if the quirks become ‘boxy’? Okay, cool. They’ll work their way in and out of what society deems “normal” or “cool” or “hip,” because that’s the way life goes, generally speaking: in and out, up and down, forwards and backwards.
This was a really long post. If you made it to the end, you deserve some pie.
I’m gonna go bake some pie now.
Enjoy the new Getting a feel for the place! (http://karinastarr.tumblr.com)