Working Out the Kinks of Life

I’m Caitlin, I’m 21, and I’m a fickle soul searcher. I don’t really know who I am yet. I don’t know many people, regardless of their age, who actually do know who they are…They can usually be found trying to work out the kinks of life.

I want to be happy, but who am I kidding, everyone does. No one sits down and plans out how they are going to miserable for the rest of their lives.

I enjoy spelling the word Wednesday. I remember the craziest things, random things which have no use to them. I can’t remember arguments. And any grudge I may carry from you will be gone in a matter of minutes. I sincerely do my best to forgive everyone. I’m pretty open about myself and to new ideas. I think that scares some people. I try my best not to judge people. I appreciate; differences among people, the color pink, guitar players, photographers, and art. I enjoy Swedish Fish and sleeping in. I’m sarcastic, and I am convinced that I was born the wrong generation. I have the music taste of a washed up hippie.

I can have a hard time making up my mind, and frankly, sometimes I get jealous. I’m not ticklish and there are occasions when I only paint one fingernail. I’m pierced and tattooed. And you just gotta love some real good mashed potatoes.

I’m a Psych major. And while it interests me beyond belief, I have no idea what I want to do with my life, and I‘m done letting that scare the hell out of me. Relaxing, observing, and having little to worry about are my real goals. Just taking some time to slow down and enjoy my life and the people who enter and exit it. I try not to worry about too much. My parents seem to think I don’t worry enough.

I am who I am. I’m not perfect, nor do I try to be. I’m pretty happy, so far, just being me.