Perks

I am an absolute bookworm. It is a safe assumption that at any given time you'll find a book in whatever bag I'm carrying. Generally, I wont carry purses that don't fit a book in them. Now while I'm a definite book enthusiast, it is rare for me to read a book that speaks to me on such a deep level, one that truly affects my emotions. 

The Perks of Being a Wallflower reached me on a level that no other book has done in a very long time. The raw emotion expressed, the feelings of inadequacy and loneliness, I just couldn't believe just how relatable it all was. What Charlie was feeling, you felt with him. When he described how much he loved Sam, you wanted to have someone feel that way about you, to describe you in such a flawless, nonjudgmental way. When he defended Patrick, you wanted to have a friend who cared so deeply for you. You just want someone as selfless and understand as Charlie is. But then you also want to have Charlie in your life just so you can be there for him. So you can make him feel better, make him see that nothing is his fault. You want to be the friend to him that he is to everyone else.

While I was reading the book, there were times when I honestly could not put it down. You just become so consumed by everything that he is feeling that you can't bring yourself to close the book and put the experience on hold. After I finished the book I had to just sit there quietly and fully absorb everything that I had read. I must have sat silently for 10 minutes and just fully absorbed all the emotion that this one book had brought out in me. That is how powerful this book is. It speaks to your mind and soul. 

I'm not picky about the type of books I read. I try to give any book a fair chance, regardless of author or genre. But it is rare that I enjoy a book so much that it goes in to my list of top books. This book was one that I just could not imagine not having on that list. It is the type of book that after you are done reading it, you can't ever imagine having not read it. This book truly allows the reader to, for a moment, feel infinite. 

Momentary freak out...

So I guess this is that moment in every educated young persons life where they start to feel like they know absolutely nothing and have no clue where they're going. I'm halfway through my final year of college and all I can think about is how I have absolutely no clue what I'm going to do next year. 

I know that in my heart journalism is where I want to be. Writing for a magazine has always been the end goal. And as I'm typing away I can't help but think how the need for print is slowly going down. 

But there's always online writing, print isn't my only option. 

Then on the other hand I'm wondering if I should play it safe and go in to marketing. It'll compliment my first degree and there's guaranteed to be work in marketing. 

Ugh, I just want to be the next Carrie Bradshaw, minus the sad love life and constant need for validation. I just want to be writing for a magazine, online or in print, living in a fabulous apartment with even more fabulous clothes. Although, rereading that last paragraph I guess it's pretty obvious which program really want to be in. 

I didn't expect this to be a complaining post but I guess that what it turned out to be! 

Only positivity to come from now on!!