I’m not a genius. Honestly, I don’t know how I became my high school’s valedictorian. I don’t know everything, and I absolutely hate when people call me a know-it-all. There are still a lot of things I don’t know how to do… like adulting. I have a lot of slow moments and say a lot of stupid things. My high school mantra was “I have to get an A,” and my college mantra is “As long as I don’t fail and lose my scholarships, I’m okay.”
I’m not athletic. I tried sports, but it didn’t work out. Though, I do not regret soccer nor cheerleading (and cheerleading is a sport). I don’t have the competitive drive a lot of athletes have. I also wasn’t a fan of the injuries; luckily, they were minor.
I’m not fake. I say whatever’s on my mind. I don’t lie to protect anyone’s feelings. If you ask for my honest opinion, you get my honest opinion. I’m sorry if it hurts, but it’s just the way I am.
I’m not boring. I have a different definition of fun. Simply talking and being in someone’s presence is fun for me. Spontaneously doing things is also really fun for me, even if it’s something as simple as going to the convenience store on the lower level of my residence hall with a friend. My favorite kind of fun is exploring with a camera and documenting memories and new discoveries.
I’m not desperate. Please stop shipping me with every guy I talk to. Boys, don’t ask for my number after having one small conversation with me. I enjoy not being in a relationship and staying single. I’m waiting to find a genuinely great guy, which hasn’t happened yet… not even my guy friends are genuinely great (as far as I can tell). No offense to them.
I’m not a professional. Every time someone unsubscribes from my YouTube channel, I overanalyze everything about my channel. Some channels grow rapidly, and some channels grow gradually. My channel is growing below gradually, and that’s okay; I think it’s because I’m not a professional. I don’t have a big production set up. I use a Canon Rebel T3i, Videopad editing software, and natural lighting. When Daylight Savings ends, it gets hard for me to create semi-well lit videos.
I’m not a potato. I call myself a potato all the time. I do it because if someone makes a negative comment about my face or body or anything involving my appearance, it won’t hurt as much. I don’t mind my acne that much anymore (don’t get me wrong; I still don’t like it; I hope that makes sense; it’s similar to not liking someone, but you’re okay with them being in the same room as you). I love my body. I’d like to say I’m shmexy.
I’m not a minion. I’m not going to conform to the mindset and ways of society. No one will ever force me to change and be like them. Although, I do look good in yellow and overalls.
I’m not oblivious. I know all the crap that’s happening in this world and this nation. I choose not to talk about it. I would rather focus on the happier, optimistic moments and ways that I can help or be beneficial.
I’m not a hater. I’m a lover and a fighter but not a hater. I don’t hate people of different races, ethnicities, genders, sexualities, religions, etc.