I think sometimes I convince myself that I’m doing something for myself rather than for someone else. Then I realize that I’m no longer sure. I’m no longer sure if it’s something I truly enjoy or if it’s something someone else enjoys. Not that it’s always a problem, because if I really don’t want to do something, I typically won’t do it. Which means that if I am doing something for someone else, on some level, I want to do it as well. Even if it is for the other person.
I think the reason why I’m thinking about this is because of something someone said to me. At the time, I didn’t really think anything of it. They were just stating their opinion I suppose. But now, after sitting around, unable to sleep (for other reasons, not this one), I realize that I did consider it. I did consider doing something for someone else. It honestly bugged me a little at first, but honestly, I think everyone does it on some level. It might be a little thing and it might be a big thing. I think that as long as it doesn’t take away who you are, you should be fine.
On another note, I really would like to know why my apartment keeps getting mugged. First me, and then my roommate- all within three days. It’s really ridiculous. Who robs people in broad daylight??? I was having such a good day too. Don’t kids know better these days? Of course I know it was stupid for me to chase after her, but honestly, even if I didn’t chase after her, I would’ve made a huge ass scene regardless. And then my roommate gets mugged tonight. Luckily she had that bottle on her, but what if she didn’t??? I really don’t want to think about what could’ve happened.
Life is a little ridiculous lately, but besides recent muggings and a few other mishaps, I’ve been having a really good semester lately. I’m actually really happy!