Different doesn’t mean bad

Here are a few fun facts about me:

  • I like TV shows that probably should be embarrassing for a 23-year-old woman…like The Vampire Diaries and Pretty Little Liars.whatmakesyoudifferent
  • I read almost exclusively YA novels. I sometimes venture out into the adult world, but I spend a lot of time in YA land.
  • I love showtunes. I am most likely to be listening to showtunes on Pandora or Spotify than anything else. My current jam is Shrek the Musical. I will listen to that music all day long.
  • I am in love with Team Starkid. They’re a theatre group. They’re best-known for their Harry Potter parody musicals. They’ve done a lot of other parodies, like a Batman show, one that they say is “like The Little Mermaid but in space,” an Aladdin/Wicked parody, a Star Wars parody and a show based off of the video game The Oregon Trail. I think they are all creative geniuses, and I support them every chance I can…meaning I’ve been to Chicago four times in the last year and a half going to their shows.

And here’s the thing:  I won’t apologize for any of it.

I realize that my tastes are different than most. But that shouldn’t be a bad thing. I’m sick of people who try to ridicule me for what I like just because it’s not what they like.

I don’t make fun of you for what you like even though I don’t like it.

So leave me alone.

Leave EVERYONE alone who likes something different than you do. Wouldn’t the world be absolutely boring if we were all the same?

When can we start appreciating the differences in everyone?


Today, all I have to say is this: Stop comparing yourself to others.

There is someone who will ALWAYS have it better than you. There will always be someone who has what you want. And you can keep harping on the fact that it’s not fair. That you deserve it more. You can keep repeating whatever words you use to console yourself over, and over, and over.happinessquote

But it won’t change the fact that they have it and you don’t. Whatever it is. Whether it’s the job you want, the promotion you deserved. Maybe it’s the fact that that person is happily engaged and you’re stuck in a relationship you’re not sure is going anywhere.

So stop harping on why they have it and you don’t. You will always be the biggest obstacle you need to overcome.

And never, ever make the other person feel bad about what they have. Because they likely know how lucky they are. There’s enough sadness in this world without everyone bringing each other down.

The only thing that will do is ruin a friendship. I once told a friend that she wasn’t allowed to get engaged before I did. But not just that. I said that I thought becoming engaged after only a year was crazy – after she’d told me that they’d likely get engaged after being together a year. In all honesty, I don’t think it’s crazy. I just had been in a relationship for more than 3 years and didn’t think it would be right for someone else to be engaged so quickly when I wasn’t. Luckily, my friend’s a lot nicer than I am.

Stop focusing on what others have.

Start focusing on you.

We were babies.

One of the many, many sucky things about a break-up is trying to both hide the evidence of the relationship while it’s still painful but keep it for nostalgia’s sake because there WAS a time that this was an important moment of your life and you want to remember everything about your life.

Today, it was the Facebook cleanse. Hide the evidence. Stay friends with people but hide them so their posts don’t show up in your news feed. Change the album covers. For example, my “Prom 2009″ album. I changed the album cover. But I spent a long time looking at that picture of us, dancing, looking at each other and smiling. The honeymoon phase of the relationship in full swing. I mean, we were young. I was 18, he was 17. We’d been together for about…a month?

I look at that picture and think, we were babies.

How could I expect that to last? High school relationships hardly ever do. It didn’t matter that it was a college relationship too, as we were together for all of both of our undergrad years. When we first started dating, we were BABIES. We were young. We didn’t have any life experience. We weren’t developed into the people we were meant to be yet.

I mean, I’m sure I’m still not the person I’m meant to be. But I’m definitely not the same person I was in high school. Neither is he. The people in that picture are not the same two people you see today.

We were falling out of love for a long time. He recognized it; I didn’t. I know it now. I know we are completely different people who weren’t meant to be together forever. That doesn’t mean it’s easy. For the most part, I’m doing really well. But some days are hard. I expect that’s normal after a 5-year relationship.

So for now, I focus on me. New Kaley has a lot to look forward to, and she can’t wait to see where life takes her.


For some reason, I’ve thought about you more than once today. Maybe it’s the news of Joan Rivers dying, and the fact that RIP messages are everywhere. Maybe it’s the fact that on the radio this morning, they talked about watching the downfall of your ex, and I thought to myself that the people calling in should be careful what they laughed at. Because as I watched things happen to you that weren’t so ideal, I thought they were funny, too. Until you died.mwg1

I won’t forget the conversation in which I found out. I was at work, and my best friend from high school called. She hardly ever calls me… Maybe once every six months. And she especially doesn’t call me during work. Then, she told me not to cry, but that someone had died. I don’t know how I knew it was you before she even said it. She told me to guess. I started crying before I could even tell her I didn’t want to guess (because seriously…you find out someone dies, WHO WANTS TO GUESS who it was? Every single option is unthinkable.).

Of course it was you.

And now, I’m flashing back to the time we drove to Dairy Queen in a pick-up truck. I remember you throwing your napkin out the window. I remember it flying back into the truck through the back window that leads to the bed of the truck. I remember you realizing it was coming for you and sticking your hand out awkwardly in front of your face–wrist to nose, facing outward–and I picture the same thing happening as your truck slams into the back of a semi, ending your life.

I promise not all memories of yomwg2u are so vividly terrifying. I think of you when I listen to Fall Out Boy, and especially when I’m at their concerts–I’ve been to two now, you know. Every time I hear certain Mayday Parade songs–especially Three Cheers For Five Years. It’s crazy how five years from when I first heard that song and associated it with you, you died.

I think of you whenever I hear a song from Annie Get Your Gun. Sometimes I think of you when I think of Harry Potter, since the seventh book is the reason we started talking in the first place. I think of you when I think of the movie, “Cars.” I think of you when I hear the song “Remembering Sunday,” because you once posted a Youtube video of you and a friend singing that. Same goes for the song “Jar of Hearts.” I think about you when people talk about having songs written about them, and how you told me you once wrote a song about me. And then I remember that I’ll never get to hear it.

I loved you. Then I hated you. Then I didn’t really know how I felt about you…

And then you died.

I don’t know what to write about.

My friend is pushing me to continue my blog, to keep writing, because she says I can write. Normally, I push back when I’m pushed. But this is exactly what I need.

The trouble is, I don’t know what to write about.

I think the goal of continuing the blog is that once I continue the blog, maybe I’ll keep going. Maybe I’ll finally write the novel I’ve been saying my whole life I’ll write.

I’ve been writing since I was a child. Even in elementary school, we had young authors’ conferences in the city, and participation was option. I always participated.

One year, I wrote a story about a pet horse–or was it a pet unicorn?–that went missing then was found. Another year, I wrote about girls going into a haunted house and became trapped there forever.

Since high school, I’ve had the same idea for a novel. It’s begging to be written. But I still haven’t written it. And why not? I don’t know.

In college, our professor would bring in writers. One of them, I can’t remember which at the moment–and heck, it might have been my professor himself–said that they’d had a similar situation to where they finally had to write it. And it turned out to be complete crap. But finally, they’d written it, so they could turn away and move on.

Am I afraid that’s what will happen to me? That the story that’s played in my head for more than six years now–well, the gist, at least, because obviously through six years there’s been some development–will turn out to be complete crap? And all this time spend thinking about this story will have been a waste? Probably. But all I’m doing right now is delaying the inevitable. Eventually, this story will make its way out. And it may be crap, but I’ll never know until I do it.

Now, someone, make me do it.

How I realized what I deserve

Yesterday, one of my very best friends got married. I was lucky enough to be one of the people to stand up next to her as she and her now-husband vowed to love each other forever. At the reception, all of the bridal party had a chance to give small, quick toasts after the matron of honor and best man had given their speeches. I said that I’ve never seen two people more in love and that they inspire all of us and remind us what true love should look like.

I meant every word.

I recently went through the break-up of a 5-year relationship. And let me tell you, that sucks. So, there were certain points in time during the reception when everyone paired up and the stark loneliness hit me. It wasn’t necessarily the “being single” part. It was also the fact that every single person I knew that was there had a few other people there that they knew, but I didn’t–their husbands, friends, family–and the only person with whom I was really close was the bride. So that feeling of being alone hit hard. And my friend, bless her heart, even tried to stay with me at one point while her husband wanted to dance with her. Talk about an amazing and selfless best friend. (I instead said I’d dance with her, and then the three of us danced together, because I realized anything else would’ve been way too incredibly selfish on THEIR wedding day.)

What I had

When we broke up, my ex said it was because we were too different and we wanted different things. I’ve reflected on that a lot, and while the break-up is still sad–how could it not be when it was a 5-year relationship?–everything he said was absolutely true. And that knowledge has made it a lot easier. I’ve had more than one friend surprised at how well I’m handling it. It makes me feel false to say that. But it absolutely is true. I know it’s for the best. I accepted it a lot quicker than I expected myself to. But starting over is hard.

So, going back to the wedding. At one point, the groom said to me, “If I found someone to dance with you, would you dance with him?” After ensuring he wasn’t going to pull in some rando off the street, I agreed.

I’m so glad I did.

What I deserve

I had so much fun dancing. As silly as it sounds, I’d never been spun while dancing before. Now, I have. I danced twice with a guy who was practically a stranger to me. He was fun and goofy and sweet and outgoing.

But the point of this isn’t this specific guy. I may never see or talk to him again, as far as I know. The point is what he represents–hope.

It’s my belief that we all settle at some point in our lives. I didn’t think I had in my previous relationship, but this weekend shows me so much how I did. I deserve someone who will have fun with me like he did. I deserve to find someone who will not be perfect, but perfect for me.

I’m not trying to bash my ex.  He is a lot of good things, but he’s just not right for me. We want different things. Probably the most important of all being that he, as of the time we broke up, didn’t want kids. And as much as I tried to lie to myself when I was with him, and tell myself that I didn’t…I do.

I deserve to find someone who wants the same things I want.

We all deserve to find the one person who makes us happier than anyone else can. I’m not trying to push myself into a relationship, because it’s still very soon, but I am not going to reject any chances that may come along just for the sake of rejecting them, or for what anyone else thinks. As long as it feels like the right thing to do, I’m going to do it.

Because I deserve to be happy.