I try to be a person that doesn't let things bother me. You'll notice that I used the word 'try.'

Once, about a year ago, I got a call late at night from a girl who used to be my friend. We were in the slow and dramatic process of becoming ex-friends. She was calling out of spite, to tell me off about things that no longer matter. In the duration of that call, one thing that stuck out to me was that she thought that I had become a boring person.

She said that I had allowed myself to forget how to have fun. That I lost every aspect of myself that made me interesting.

And while I’ve grown enough to not let things like that bother me now, at the time it did. It made me wonder why she thought that about me. Was I a boring person? Am I still?

If the fact that I was a high school student who worked two jobs, participated in a lot of extra-curricular activities, and spent all my extra time studying was what made me so boring to her, then all I have to say is: I’m proud of how I spent my time.

I have never been one for staying up late. I can even recall back when we would have sleepovers at my house, I was always the one to go to sleep first. I knew that sleeping then was important in the long run because when they left my house the next day I would still have things to do. Still, to this day, I would rather relax at home and go to bed at a decent time than staying up late partying. That scene has never really appealed to me.

I have always valued my work ethic. If the fact that I like my job, and have to spend a lot of time there every week to pay bills makes me boring, then so be it. I would rather have money in my savings account than a snapchat story of a night on the town.

I have always enjoyed having time to myself. As much as I like hanging out with my friends, I also really enjoy time to myself to unwind, plan, and process the day I’ve had and the day to come.

I don't know what compelled her to say that to me. Maybe it was because at that point in my life I focused more on my college plans and my job than I did on going out with my friends. Maybe it was because instead of staying up late every night, I went to bed early because I had rehearsals or meetings the next day. And maybe it was because, in her mind, my new friends weren't anything like her and the girls I used to hang out with.

I’ll probably never know if she actually thought I was a boring person or if she was just trying to get under my skin, but regardless of the answer, I am proud to be a boring person. I love my life, and I love the people who are a part of it. Because they don’t seem to find me boring.

To them, I’m the life of the party.

But here is a message to the person out there that worries if they're boring:

Sometimes, we have to focus on the things in life that are going to make us happy. And that will mean that sometimes the people we were close to will no longer understand us. It's not your fault, and ultimately it isn't theirs either. You have to make it a point to make yourself happy. If that means being the "boring" person, then you do it.