I just bought a ton of groceries today; I don't really know how I ended up spending the amount I did, but it should last me quite a while. For some reason, every time I walk into the kitchen, my appetite is gone though, despite all this tasty food. All I ate was a cup of yogurt. And my stomach is rumbling, but I don't have a mental appetite (only physical). So I'm not going to eat; it might just be me being tired of eating the same old thing. But that doesn't make sense because I bought fruits this time, a lot of fruits too, in fact. I want to be healthier, somewhat. I washed up the raspberries, but I don't want any right now. But many got squished, so I'm afraid to let them stay too long--they'll mold =. I bought frozen blueberries and cherries because they make excellent snacks. And three bananas, because I tire quickly of bananas. Bananas also make me laugh and I guess they make my roommate laugh now too, and it came with a fun sticker (a Halloween face :3).
I also bought new shampoo; probably not the best place to buy it (grocery store), but apparently now my hair can smell of white nectarine and pink coral flower. Which reminds me, now that my hair has grown longer, the amount of shampoo I use has increased significantly:
I think I was talking to my mom about this before, but in a way, long hair is consequently potentially worse for the environment. Not only does it require more shampoo, but more water to rinse out all the suds; not to mention the time that elapses while applying it. Then, longer hair takes longer to dry with hair dryers. This isn't so much an issue for me since I let my hair air dry, except during winter (wait, Florida has winters?..sigh). Furthermore, longer hair that gets trapped in drains probably create more blockage than shorter hair (maybe?). So then we would have to use strong chemicals to clear the drain...
I used to do this thing where I would cut my hair whenever I was upset; not a lot usually, but I suppose that is significantly better than cutting myself. The only times hair cuts were good then were during my impulsive days when I would get tired of the long hair and chop it off for Locks of Love (I think three times?). I guess this summer my desire to dye my hair weird shades were mostly another way to vent that out, since cutting hair, alone, wasn't quite cutting it. For some reason my mom seemed to think that it was me trying to do whatever she told me she would prefer that I not do; I'm old enough not to do things too much out of spite. And I'm not like that anyways. I am happy to be happier now, and sometimes I think my mode of thinking will change with this improving feeling:
As a kid, I never wanted to get married. I didn't think I could ever find someone that would love me entirely and forever. Reciprocation is also important of course, but I wonder if real love is possible (as opposed to obsession) without reciprocation? Because I would say that real love is unconditional. But if there is no reciprocation, how can you actually know the other person? During my time with my now ex- my perspective changed and I hoped that one day I would get married, though not necessarily with him. It was really nice having someone there, not out of obligation, but desire. I think I sometimes overestimate the extent to which I am introverted. Or perhaps that's just me having several sides to me. But I don't think it'd be so bad an idea now; but I would never settle for anything less than love. And love wouldn't be settling, it would be living (:. Exhilarating, for the most part. Even fights will be meaningful. I'd rather die alone than to settle.
For a while I hoped to die at a certain age; I think I decided 75 would be good. One thing that scares me is not physical death, but mental death, or degradation. I can't imagine losing my identity, my memories. Physical things matter too of course; I don't want to deteriorate to become a burden. Which brings to mind Shakespeare:
Last scene of all,
That ends this strange eventful history,
Is second childishness and mere oblivion,
Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans everything.
I'm not so scared about death itself; it's a mystery, and the only mystery I probably can't just skip to the end to find out the results on. (Yes, I do that with a lot of books--ruin the ending for myself. But then I can mentally prepare myself if the ending is traumatic...[And yes, grammar fail due to a preposition at the end]). I'm scared of the process, though everyday that I live I am also dying.
But in some ways I realized that that wish is rather selfish; if I were to have grandchildren they would probably not get to know me; I wouldn't be there to celebrate their growth and their lives. But then I would save my hypothetical kids the trouble of having to take care of me along with all the other things in their lives. And I wouldn't be stuck in a nursing home--it wouldn't be the last thing I was left with before departing. It makes me sad to think of those who are in nursing homes...and it is like a major loss of independence that the elderly in such nursing homes probably feel. I was saddened today when I saw a really old lady struggling with her lawn mower; but then after a while I realized I should be happy for her that she was able to be up and about and was not bedridden ><.
I am still on the line on what to think, but I guess that's another thing about love. Of course I live for myself, but I also hope to find someone that would make me want to hang in there. I feel like a big part of myself is my drive to find use in life--I feel like if I were unable to be a doctor in the future and help people, better their lives, then my reason for living would be shattered. All the resources I have consumed, wasted. So I put my career as a student at utmost priority, because I could not be happy if things did not work out. Sure, there are other careers that I could pursue, and there are other ways to improving other peoples' lives, but I want a job that I will be happy to do everyday. I don't want to drag myself to work, I want to embrace it. I also want to find someone that would tether my soul to the Earth so long as they are alive. But perhaps that is not realistic. But I sometimes hear those stories about the couple that was married forever and died a few minutes within each others deaths...Thinking of love that way makes it sweet, but I guess kinda creepy too. It's just one of those giant mysteries of life (sigh).
This wasn't entirely coherent I don't think. But that's just because I'm confused about what I think.