The Truths Of Living Alone

The Truths Of Living Alone

They ask me straight up, "don't you get lonely?" and honestly, I do, but I chose to live alone.

People always question how living alone is. They ask me straight up, "don't you get lonely?" and honestly, I do, but I chose to live alone.

I moved out alone from New Jersey to Florida as a junior in college, so I was already 21. If I moved to a 4 year university right out of high school, I probably would have a much different outlook on this. I feel that at 21, I have matured enough to want to be living alone and felt okay about it. I've always dreamt of being on my own as well, and during the time of moving out, I thought that I wouldn't have much of a chance to live alone the rest of my life because at that time I was in a very long and committed relationship. Our plans were for me to finish getting my bachelors and move back, and live together somewhere in New Jersey. So I was excited to live on my own like I have always wanted.

Living alone has been quite a life-changing experience. I learned how to grow up because I'm all on my own out here. Other than finding out what kind of groceries expire at roughly how many days, I learned how to battle toads coming into my apartment as I live on the first floor, I learned how long it takes for me to take out my clean clothes from the dryer, and I learned how to fix my printer when it's jacking up on me. I honestly learned that a majority of the time I am laughing out loud, I am laughing at myself. All jokes aside, I really did learn about who I really am. When you're given an opportunity to just focus on yourself, it's life-changing.

Don't get me wrong, I still went out a lot and hung with new friends I've made at my amazing new school. For half the year, I was still with my boy from back home. I originally planned on him visiting a lot more often than he did, which was another reason to have my own place. I also didn't know how I would like living with someone I have never met before being a transfer student. But as the year went on, living alone has taught me that we could not go on with our relationship. When you're not so blinded by things that hold you back, you move forward.

Living alone helped me have a quiet place to come home to when days were stressful. Like I mentioned before, when you're given an opportunity to focus on yourself, you take full advantage of it. I was able to become more studious than I have ever been. There were absolutely no distractions unless a toad got into my apartment.

I felt like all my experiences, big and small, were really pushing me to grow up. I found myself to start becoming super bubbly/happy. I felt like I was only stressed about stupid things, and my anxiety I've had for years? Wasn't feeling any of it anymore. Friends back home were worried if I would have an anxiety attack more often being alone. And quite frankly, I almost had one, but it was mainly because I was worried why I wasn't getting an anxiety attack anymore!

The only downsides to having no one live with you, is getting locked out or my dog being home alone for long hours when I am caught up at school. Also, if I came home just too damn drunk where I need someone to take care of me. That really sucked.

My lease for the year is up next week and I move out, but I chose to not live alone anymore. I loved living alone, I wouldn't have changed it if I could go back whatsoever. But my friend from my hometown will be my new roommate and I'm excited to experience something new.

If you have a choice of living alone for a bit, I would highly suggest it. It's been nothing but life-changing for me, and really opened my eyes to who I am.

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One Of The Most Impressive Things A Human Being Can Do Is Finish An Entire Tube Of ChapStick

It is the only thing more impressive than the creation of ChapStick itself.


Mankind's most impressive accomplishments include inventing the wheel, walking on the moon, and, of course, the creation of ChapStick. The air outside is beginning to get dry, and thus, chapped lips are coming, and once chapped lips season begins, millions of poor souls will begin to suffer from the tragedy that is chapped lips. Luckily, we have ChapStick, and Burt's Bees, Carmex, Blistex, and plenty of other lip balm brands as well.

There is nothing worse than feeling your lips begin to dry up, signaling that chapped lips are in your not too distant future. Actually, there are probably many things in life that are worse than this, but it's still pretty bad.

ChapStick is a savior for the chapped, a larger than life hero conveniently available in a small tube at most local stores. Thank goodness for ChapStick (and other brands of lip balm, I guess.) I truly believe that the invention of ChapStick is one of the most important, groundbreaking, and impressive feats that mankind has accomplished.

However, the only thing more important, groundbreaking, and impressive than the creation of ChapStick, is someone finishing an entire tube of it.

I'm not sure if it's even possible to do this, and I'm starting to think that it might not be. Before it can be done, the vast majority of people will either lose the tube, or no longer need it because their lips are no longer chapped. Then, by the time their lips become chapped once more, the tube will then be lost, never to be seen again.

It is a vicious cycle, one that prevents us all from ever finishing our ChapSticks, and probably also helps lip balm companies sell more products.

If anyone has actually used up an entire tube of it from beginning to end, I wonder what life is like for them now. Did they stumble upon some sort of hidden code allowing them to understand the true nature of life and the universe? Did they open a gateway to another dimension with different laws that govern time and space? I think there is a very good chance that one of these events occurs when one finishes an entire ChapStick tube.

It has to signal some sort of mind-bending event releasing the most well-kept secrets of the universe. Nothing else really makes any sense.

If you have finished an entire ChapStick tube, you have my deepest and utmost respect. You have shown the ultimate form of perseverance, prevailing despite the odds of the universe being completely against you. You have shown that you know how to follow through with something, no matter what. You can now live the rest of your life knowing that you have accomplished what most never will.

Be proud of yourself, and make sure to tell everyone you possibly can that you have finished an entire tube of ChapStick. Make sure it's the first thing you say when you meet someone new, tell random people in the street who you have never even met, and put it at the top of your resume when you apply for a job, because they will be sure to hire you on the spot once they learn of your wonderfully impressive feat.

As of now, my lips are beginning to feel chapped, and I have just applied ChapStick to them as a means of combating this dreadful ailment. As I stare at the tube in my hand, my determination to use the entire thing has greatly amplified, and I am more determined than ever to finish the thing and unlock the secrets of the universe. But, who am I kidding? I'll probably lose it before the tube is even halfway gone.

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Celebrating My Mom: Her Beauty and Strength

Here's to the most inspirational woman in my life.


In observance of International Women's Day on March 8th, it is of paramount importance that we take a few moments to consciously recognize the women in our lives. We often call the women we adore by casual names like "Mom", "my sister", or "my girlfriend", and, usually, these nouns are intimate enough to replace their names---but not today. Today is for appreciating you, Melanie Daugherty, my mom---not as my mother, but as a human whom I hold with the highest regards.

It is easy for me to recall the innumerable times you've embraced me (even though I considered myself to be a disappointment), forced me to put my qualms into perspective, or insisted I put my aspirations into action (because "can't is too lazy to try") ; but, the magnitude of your accomplishments shouldn't always be measured by its impact on me, however, if it were to be, let it be the times you've inspired me.

Mom, I have always appreciated you, but I truly began to define you as my idol during my sophomore year of high school. During this time, I began experiencing shame in my identity. I was an athletic girl, but suffered from body dysmorphia, as well as a misunderstood and pessimistic perception of my inner thoughts. I became very introspective and was completely fixated on thoughts of worthlessness and lack of purpose. I assumed chronic fatigue was just a characteristic of being a teenager. In me, you recognized a past version of who you once were. I cried to you and you embraced me in your arms. My deteriorating state of mental health was not your burden, and you refused to let me define myself by diagnoses and prescriptions. Recognizing your success and triumph over anorexia and depression motivated me. I was so proud to be your daughter. Knowing that confidence and appreciation for the world was possible to achieve accelerated me into a period of self-reflection and determination. I wanted to trace your template of self-improvement with my footsteps and create a new image of myself---one that would reignite my childhood "spark".

You're not just my hero for saving me, but for giving me someone to admire. You live your life without limitations. Competing in the 140.6 mile Ironman triathlon is an accomplishment in itself, competing in the Ironman World Championships in Kona, Hawaii is even more incredible, and completing eight of these triathlons is enough for most people to call you "crazy" rather than by your name. Your greatest demonstration of strength however, was not through athletic prowess, but through mental and emotional perseverance.

Losing your best friend to breast cancer was almost inconceivable because no one ever wants to acknowledge it as a possibility. What people also try to forget, is that it is just as possible for their lives to be taken from them. After learning to cope with your best friend's death, you were diagnosed with stage three breast cancer. Watching you grow progressively weaker was enervating in itself. This wasn't a reality I was able to accept as truth, partially because you were my mom, but also because your strength was an aspect of you that I didn't think could ever be taken from you---and I was right.

Although your complexion grew pallid and your body could no longer sustain itself, your mindset remained the same. You would not accept a last breath, and you ensured that every breath you took reiterated that. You demonstrated to me that positivity is the panacea that combats a discouraged mind.

Mom, for you, I am proud. I am grateful to have lost sometimes, because without loss, I wouldn't have been able to realize my strength, and I wouldn't have realized that if you hadn't been my anchor.

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