Bloggerstock: Stop the world, I want to get on/off

 Hey guys, it Bloggerstock time.  Where we guest post on another blog about a certain topic.  This month topic as you might of guessed is "Stop the World, I wanna get on/ff".  Today I'm proud to present Dapper Daisey.  Please give her a warm welcome.  If you wanna read my blog, head on over to my pal Lily's blog at http://isittooearlyforamartini.blogspot.com/.  And now onto the show.


Hey Booyabobby readers! We bloggerstockers are responding to the following prompt on each others blogs:

"Stop the world, I want to get on/off"

Have you ever had a moment where you realized that you just want the world to stop? Maybe it was because you realized you were missing something, or maybe it was because you just wanted a minute to breathe. Tell us about a moment like this that you had.

*Ehem* Here I go.

I’d expect that the vast majority of us can relate to going through a whole school year terrified to strike up a conversation with your crush because you convinced yourself you weren’t good enough for her/him. That was me my whole life. Who ever really gets over as basic and recurring an insecurity as that?

I bring up the awkward adolescent inability to act because it might have played a role in a silly predicament I find myself in today that’s related to a much larger concern of mine: I can’t say “no” to anyone or anything. As a result I’m speeding toward I don’t-know-what I-don’t-know-when in a bus with a driver who doesn’t know how to hit the brakes.

It started with dating. I never dated in high school and felt that was somehow because I wasn’t the sort who had a choice in these matters—I thought I had to wait until someone finally took interest in me. I thought the way love worked was that I played along and let myself be courted until I realized I liked my pursuant well enough. Being the open-minded naïve young adult I am, that made me take a vow to never refuse a boy a first date. No matter what he did or said I thought that if he treated me well I could be with anyone who came my way. Maybe these ideas came out of my childhood interpretation of arranged marriage? Of course, I ended up leading other people on and once found myself in a relationship that absolutely did not work just because I was too scared to tell him I wasn’t interested. Though I don’t think I’ll repeat that mistake again, I find that I’ve changed little. I can’t say “no” right away and get strung along on pointless dates.

This applies to the non-dating world too. I took other people’s suggestions regarding what my college major should be with little or no regard to what I wanted to do in the future. I applied for internships that I thought I could get instead of the ones I wanted because I didn’t think I was good enough for them. And when I did miraculously find myself in an environment where I would have loved to flourish, I held back for that same reason.

My turning point, I think, was when I realized that the speeding driver who wasn’t hitting the brakes was me. Of course, the world is never going to stop and, being the driver, I can’t “get off.” But I should recognize that my “passenger” is actually my navigator. And I don’t have to speed.