I thought at the time that I was crying because I had lost out on a future with my ex-boyfriend, but when I was rejected from Teach For America a few days following the break-up, I realized that I wasn't upset about breaking up with my boyfriend at all. (I don't want to sound bitter toward my ex, because I am not. Sometimes people don't work out and know they won't work out but stay in a disintegrating relationship for three years too long because that means they have a date to all-you-can-eat spaghetti night on Thursdays. I am these people. I stayed in a relationship purely on the promise of having someone to look at while I slurped on spaghetti noodles. The spaghetti was good and I learned a lot about myself from it - like how I will hang out with anyone if they like the same kind of food I do - so I have no regrets.)
When I got the email informing me that Teach For America did not want me, I realized all at once that I was upset about the huge life change facing me. I was a senior in college with no idea where my life was headed. If you told me then that in merely a year I'd be insanely in love with an incredible person - a person with whom I'm compatible in nearly every way - and working in the field I love and living with the best cat in the world, I would have laughed hysterically to mask the onslaught of depression. Simply put, I was more comfortable being consistently unhappy than taking a chance on happiness and falling short. For this reason, I helped start - and later quit - a shitty sorority (I chose the adjective "shitty" because I like the alliteration and also because it's true) where I was treated poorly. I have horror stories from my experience in the sorority, but I won't share those out of respect for the few people in the sorority who treated me kindly. (You will know who these people are because they're the only ones I kept as friends on Facebook.)
Much like in my relationship, I was disregarded and often belittled in the sorority. So many people talked about me behind my back that I began to suspect that I was constantly sitting in wet paint without realizing it. I lost two family members to suicide in a two-week span and it was still more pleasant than my first three years of college, two of which were spent in this sorority.
I quit the sorority. I quit my relationship. I quit trying to retain a sense of stability in favor of taking a chance on new friendships, relationships and life paths. Because of this, I became better friends with Kelby, one of the best people I have ever known. I gave a relationship with Gideon a chance after knowing him for four years; this, I am sure, is the moment I will relay to my grandchildren someday as the greatest decision I ever made. (Either that or the time I resisted the urge to purchase Kris Jenner's tell-all memoir.)
Today, I am happier than I have ever been in my life and I know it is all because I stopped worrying and started living. Now if someone will put that on a bumper sticker and quote me, I would love to be famous.
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