Blunder #4

        It is around that time of month as a woman and while going through those changes physically, there are also changes mentally but not as striking as the most common change. I've become so interested in "human things", not just our appearances and the way we walk or talk. By our mistakes. Today, 3/3/2025, I noticed the amount of times I've seen "mistakes". Misplaced items of mine, a broken headphone adapter cord of mine, a crooked poster in the union hallway, my tilted lampshade I accidentally knocked during my time throughout the day but had not noticed until I laid to rest. I discovered a newly found one today as I was showering. I bought a new soft exfoliating brush from Target, not inherently needing it I still purchased it along with a small white orchid and a hair mask, just to treat myself. I looked forward to showering today and as I was getting clean, exfoliating myself I saw the brush was missing a section of bristles, left out by the manufacturers. Though it was perfect to the image on the box, I still used it without any issue. It is quite interesting what mistakes those around us find,  all without saying anything to anyone. The wrong drive-thru order you took without checking the bag before your drive home, the worn off the ATM  you have trouble understanding, the door of an establishment reading "Cash Only" due to their system being down. It all makes us human, whether you or any other person makes a mistake. A mistake of my own was muting my own output of my microphone. To those it was wasting my time but I discovered that when mistakes are made, looking at the positive before the negative. Comparably, I learned to not mute my output within that specific setting application, yet another is I wasted an hour and a half seeking out the issue to my own mistake, sacrificing that for the time talking with friends. I learned perfection wouldn't make us human as it would lead to imperfection in itself. It would lack all that a person is. 

        With beauty standards today, it is more obvious than ever we are dissecting ourselves to the point of objectifying ourselves, completely ignoring the known fact of we are all human. Humans have hearts, lungs, spleens, joints, muscles, bones, etc. Thousands of pieces creating one human, of course nothing is going to be smooth as glass or clear as the sky on an 82° day. It is no far to live around the majority who live in self-destruction but don't know it. On the topic of society, I also came across the phrase "hopeless romantic" from a friend today, asking if I were one. I heard the term in films, novels, and quite the handful of tv shows, however I never knew the true meaning. It made me discover a side of perceiving love in a different manner and its positive and negative traits. Hopeless romantic's definition seems to be thrown into many categories, in-between the good and bad. Doing my own research I've come to the conclusion that the word "hopeless" romantic doesn't seem to fit. A few sites reword it as,  "true believer in love" or "devotional lover" seems to fit the shoe a bit better, without the blisters. It seems to be diminishing, using the word hopeless only because I don't categorize myself in that way. Majority of unrealistic standards are not of this world, outrageous to the point of void. The desire for encountering a good looking creative articulate man who isn't afraid of being themselves is strong. Having control of yourself in all aspects without the need of the world around you to describe to you who you are is most attractive. Those independent and original differing from the norm go places for a reason. Broadly speaking about the world and romance, romanticizing the world is a trait many of us carry without realizing it. Not the romance of boy meets girl, but through appreciation and admiration of the world around us and what it's offering. Falling and growing into love are two completely different things, experiences that set them different from one another are known among most, though it doesn't seem they are acknowledging it. It is a blunder we all know of, overlooking our own neglect, inculpating those around us. I am meeting with my instructor tomorrow about an essay and studying for my upcoming exams. Looking forward to getting it done and seeing my loved ones back home this coming spring break. I'm curious on what tomorrow will bring me, after all there is a 40 percent chance of rain and high winds.
        To add on, it is 3/4/25, I've spoken with my instructor, only 1 thing to change about my essay (being the policy portion), and it's rained and the winds seem to be pushing me away from doing anything productive today. I thought about this sentence as I sat down to start my psychology homework... I'm not "looking", actively seeking for love. I'm desiring the connection that comes with love and its intimate, confidentiality that no one else can experience except the two. It is something that must be built, not searched for.