I'm Back!

Hey everyone! I got back from my vacation in Jamaica Monday evening, and it really was great.

I got to do a lot which I'm extremely grateful for. I went to a crocodile farm (I'm not joking, the tour guide kissed one), went to YS Falls (a beautiful swimming area where theres about three or four different places to swim in and there's one main waterfall and then a few small ones which trickle into the different swimming areas), the Appleton Rum factory and horseback riding.

I got loads of pictures and I'm still debating if I want to post them on here or not. I'll probably end up deciding by the end of the week, so keep a look out for a new "Pictures" page that I might create, no promises though.

The resort I stayed at was really nice and all of the staff was so kind, food was great, beach and sunsets were beautiful. There really wasn't anything more that I'd expect from the trip.

I got more than I expected.

The next little bit will be slightly embarrassing for me, you might roll your eyes and think "Typical," but there is a reason as to why I'm writing this. Right, are you ready to be annoyed with me? Here it goes:

I met a guy when I was there.

He's my just about my age (slightly older by not even by a year), kind, funny, same state of mind and he was overall easy to talk to. He was the type of person that as soon as you start talking to them, you're dreading the thought of it ending because a conversation could flow so easily between you guys. We only really started talking the last few days of both of our trips, but even then it was fine.

This is the part of the story that get's embarrassing for me and entertaining for you guys.

Where he lives, he's a competitive sailor and our resort had a boat (I sat here pondering the type longer than I should have, so I have finally decided that I have, infact, forgotten what type it was) and he offered to take my sister and I out. By the time we got out, the wind was dead, there was absolutely none, so we decided to go back in.

My sister decided to go swim with our parents, so this guy and I took out two paddleboards and decided to go to this raft not that far out from our resort. It was probably a 500m-800m distance. The raft was the perfect place to go snorkeling and jumping off it, so we had fun jumping a few times.

At one point, he was in the water already and then encouraging me to jump in. (I just want to say that I didn't have a fear of this or anything, I already did it, I was honestly just hesitant to jump because I saw a few fishes.)

I jumped in and when I came back up, he took notice to an extra bracelet I had and he asked me what it was. Treading water, I pulled my wrist up out of the water and looked at him and started to say what it was, but he didn't want to hear it. He grabbed my wrist and my waist and pulled me in for a kiss.

That was my first kiss.

Why was it so bad? Because the second he pulled away, I apologized.

This wasn't a "sorry, this is my first kiss I'm not all that sure what to do," this was a basic response that I didn't even think twice about. Who's mental reaction is it to apologize to the person that just kissed you for the first time?! Obviously, it's mine.

I was there, mortified, but he just kindly laughed and said it was fine and I didn't have anything to be sorry about.

Let's just say that the second one was much better.

Moral of the story?

• If you have yet to have your first kiss, don't expect for it to be a movie magic moment, it probably won't be. You have every right to picture how you want it to be like, but don't set yourself up for disappointment because made up scenarios and the real thing can be quite different.
• Although you might not be looking forward for a trip of some sort, you really never know what will happen or who you'll meet, so keep your thoughts open. They don't have to be wide open, maybe just a little crack in the door, but don't shut off the possibilities completely.
• Don't kiss in deep water where you can't touch. It makes things impossible. It's just not easy.

Would you say that it was a short lived paradise love? Yeah, probably. We are still talking though and I don't know what will come out of it. He lives on literally the other side of the country from me, I probably won't see him for a very long time, maybe not ever again for that matter, but I feel as though that's okay. 

Being in the same state of mind, that gives you someone to talk to when you need it and both of us felt as if we didn't have someone like that to talk to before we started to talk. I might not see him for awhile or ever again, but he's someone to talk to when things get difficult and he knows that I'm there for him if he needs it, and to me, that's pretty special already.

That trip turned out pretty alright for me.


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Fiction Is A Drug

I have this problem where I get so engrossed with the fictional world, that I forget my responsibilities of the real world.

Over my winter break (which today, is sadly the last day of before going off to school tomorrow), I've read some books and I've watched quite a few movies, which were all fictional.

I watched almost all of the Harry Potter movies, some Marvel movies, the new Night at the Museum movie, along with a few others. Literature wise, I mostly read parts of Looking For Alaska by John Green.

Having been surrounded by all this fiction over a span of two weeks, it made me feel…like I’m not living my life to the fullest in a certain type of way.

Knowing I couldn't survive in a dystopian universe, I can’t help but feel like I’d have a higher purpose than sitting at school for at least 17 years of my life, and then having a job that I’m not completely in love with.

In a world like Harry Potter’s or The Avengers, sure there’s a lot of danger, but wouldn't it be so much better than our normal lives?

Even reading a book written by John Green; they aren't considered violent, but to slip into a story that he writes, it would be amazing to have a love story like that. Even to witness two people in love with so much passion as he writes the characters to have, it would be an amazing sight.

I find that fiction is one of the cruelest drugs out there because it takes you from the real world. It makes our universe look like nothing compared to what different universes that we see or watch that’s all created from someone’s imagination.

Sure it’s fun to get away from the real world at times, but all things must come to an end. There’s going to be a final war, a final “I love you,” and a final goodbye. After it ends, people have to stop thinking about how that period of their life is over and how their lives suck compared to what they witnessed, and start thinking about how the universe we’re stuck in is actually alright. There’s no reason as to why we can’t make ourselves who we want to be.

We should all do whatever we want with our lives, we shouldn't have anyone telling us to do! Fiction is just the greatest, and possibly the fastest, way to escape our world for when it gets too much, or when it’s not good enough.

Let me know what you guys think and maybe we can share dystopian universes that we probably couldn't survive in, but still want to live in anyway.

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