Just Another Face In the Crowd.

You know, everyone complains at how much Taylorville sucks and how bad they want to get out. But honestly, it’s because they haven’t got out that they still think like that. I’ve gotten out, wayyy out, but when I come back, I appreciate how much I absolutely love the place.

I loved my life in Taylorville. I was a “somebody.” In high school I had everything I could ever want—a perfect boyfriend, perfect friends, varsity sports, popularity, blonde cute hair, cute clothes, good grades, a nice car, a rockin bod—the things every high school girl wants. I was happy. I wouldn’t change anything about it. I was friends with everyone and I could get any guy that I ever wanted, but I just chose to have one, the perfect one.

Then senior year came and it was time to start thinking about growing up. After much anguish and tears I decided to go to BYU. It was one of the best decisions of my life and I am soooooo glad that I did because, let’s be honest, I would be dead if I went to a real college with my friends.

However, sometimes I really miss home. When I’m at school, it’s like a huge competition, about EVERYTHING. And sometimes, well most of the time, it’s really annoying. I was smart in high school, or so I thought. EVERYONE at BYU was the smartest in his or her high school and it’s a huge competition to see who gets the best grades. Friends are kind of hard to make because girls are the competition and no one wants to make girl friends, they’re just worried about making guy friends. The friends I do have aren’t really good friends and don’t know how to include me in plans even though I invite them to EVERYTHING, but that’s a whole other subject. Everyone dresses up for class because it’s a competition to see who looks the cutest and who can get the guy. Its like freaken animals at a water hole when it comes to finding a guy to date. Like, what? I never ever have had this problem. I used to be able to basically snap my fingers and any guy would want to date me. Not the case at BYU. I am basically invisible.

When I come home, I feel important. I feel like somebody. Guys text me. My friends love me. They WANT to hang out with me. It’s hard to make time for everyone because everyone wants to hang. Guys wanna hangout with ME, not my hot roommates or friends. We have fun and go to parties and go boggin’. We laugh about stupid shiz and do stupid shiz and live our lives like 20 year olds should. Not just sitting back passively and watching movies. No. I’m not about that life.

I love Taylorville with all my heart and everyone in it. Sometimes I wish I would have stayed. Maybe I would have been happier. But I know that leaving was for the best. It just sucks a little sometimes. I am glad that I got to come home this week and reminiscence on good times and make new good times. I absolutely LOVE my Taylorville friends and they will be irreplaceable in my heart. <3

I hope that in the future I can have my life that I had in Taylorville in Utah and be a somebody and not just another face in the crowd, but for now, ill just push my way through the crowd and head for center stage….