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Whether it’s because I’m getting older (and, hopefully, wiser - although that’s extremely questionable!) or merely due to the fact that I feel considerably more comfortable with myself than I did say, even six months ago, lately, I’ve been feeling incredibly intolerable towards dishonesty, and namely, the belief that we have to fit into a certain mould, follow a particular education path, land a ‘successful’ career (honestly, what is ‘success’, anyway?!), agree with someone on a specific subject, or even like everything else that everyone likes. Because really, why do we? And if we did, what would be the point of anything at all?!

Don’t be afraid to admit that your job, no matter how big or small, completes you in a way that others never could. (Whether it’s because hey, for starters it pays the bills, but also, because your colleagues are superb.) Don’t ever feel that you can’t assert your opinion in a conversation, or that you can’t disagree with someone on a subject. Never be in fear that you’re ‘’doing everything wrong’’ because your life is following a different direction to someone else’s, or as though you can’t admit that you love Justin Bieber while everyone else is remarking ‘’Bieber fever – JEEZ. I sure hope that it’s fatal!’’

I once met a guy who I thought was SUPREMELY interesting (it’s okay, I was single at the time!): he was intelligent, kind, hilarious, thoughtful, and scarily attractive in that long hair, rocker-style that I love. But upon flicking through my Ipod, he burst out laughing. ‘’BRITNEY SPEARS?!’’ Mr. Metal snorted. ‘’You like Britney Spears?! You have a Britney Spears song on here?! Tom Jones?! Barry White?! The BEE GEES?! Oh my god, I’m sorry, but you like pop music? This is just TERRIBLE!’’ He simply couldn’t believe that even though I liked exactly the same sort of music that he worshipped (rock), that I would also have a serious penchant for Womanizer. In fact, he proceeded to giggle about it for days, and would bring it up at every instance possible: ‘’well, you may feel like Italian for dinner, but HA! You like Britney SPEARS!’’ And then we went to a nightclub and he drunkenly danced to The Pussycat Dolls and, as Timbaland thundered through the speakers the next minute, admitted how much he absolutely LOVED him. And sure, while I thought his moves to Don’t Cha were cute and was mildly impressed by his recital of Apologize, I also couldn’t help but thinking ‘’and this is the guy who teased me about MY taste in music?! Pft! What a tool! Why couldn’t he have just been honest about what he liked from the beginning?!’’

Never feel as though you can’t be yourself.  Never shy away from who you are and what you’re passionate about. In fact, CELEBRATE it, and decide to commit only to things which are worth your time, and seek to spend time with others who share your philosophy, too.

Don’t be dishonest about what makes you happy, or similarly, what makes you unhappy, too. Dreading a party or social event? Don’t go! Nauseated by someone’s Facebook status updates, and are completely unsure as to how they even crept onto your friends list in the first place, because you sure weren’t chummy in high school? Unfriend them! Itching to wear red and pink at the same time? Do it!  Convinced that your life would be approximately 2000% more enjoyable without a negative influence in it? Make it happen! I'm not sure who decided that we all had to be certain shapes and all had to try and fit into the same box but whatever, I want out of it! And if that means being a weird hexagon in a sea of squares, so be it, because I'd much rather be able to say that I'm living as authentically and happily as possible, as opposed to acting or being a certain way because I believe I should be. 

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Is anyone else exhausted by trying to bow to anyone else's standards, ideals or targets, whether they're society's, your parents', your friends', your partner's, or even ones that you've personally designed? Do we really still want to be worrying about whether or not it's acceptable to eat a bread roll at the dinner table of a fancy function in a year's time, or even in a month's?! Who cares?! 

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