Dear Trevor (Even though your name isn't really Trevor)

I first saw you on train, sleeping. My friends and I decided to try to guess your name while on the train. Eventually, we decided your name had to be Trevor. Thanks to the bravery of my good good friend, we found out your name isn't even close to Trevor. But that is ok, and here's why.

A couple of weeks after that, I got on the train with a dead phone and no book. For anyone who knows what it's like to be stuck on a train with no entertainment except looking out the window, you know how bad that is, But I looked up and saw you Trevor. Since I sort of kind of knew you (I knew your real name and creepily watched you sleep that one time with my friends) I decided  I should go over and say hello.

Never in my life have I ever expected to have such a fascinating, intelligent, and meaningful conversation with a stranger. You were honest and genuine, funny and random, and truly a stellar human being. You definitely are a rare person because no one is quite like you anymore.

Unfortunately, we never exchanged last names. So I have to either hope to run into you again on the train or hope that you somehow find this blog for me to really thank you. Not only were you very kind, what you said was something I needed to hear.

Thank you so much :)

I will not fit YOUR mold

I've come to a realization that I will not fit into any mold or stereotype that the world tries to put me in. Let me explain.

I simply don't want to be easily defined. 

However, this makes me a little difficult to get to know. I'm not traditional and by traditional I mean modern. I DO NOT LIKE TEXTING. But this seems to be the preferred way of communication of people these days. I am in fact an introvert. Which is unusual to people considering everyone has to be doing something with a huge group of people at all times. I'm very blunt. Most people don't know this about me because most people don't know me very well. But I promise complete and utter honesty if you ask me about anything. The only modern thing about me is the way I dress. And I am here to say that my clothes aren't trying to define me or tell you what kind of person I am, they make me happy. That's it. 

Why are people so paralyzed by what is considered normal or acceptable? IF YOU HAVE SOMETHING TO SAY - SAY IT! I will admit that I am a hypocrite to this sometimes because being blunt with every person I see isn't always a great outcome. 

But what I really want to convey here, is that people have been telling me who I am when they don't really know. I am a victim of first impressions. I can't seem to go anywhere beyond that because of people saying "I know what kind of person she is." I KNOW most people don't have this problem. I'm just different. I want people to ask me who I am rather than check my Facebook page or claim know everything about me within the first 5 minutes of meeting me. I won't fit YOUR mold because I don't fit in to any mold. 

So, to the people who know me, or at least know of me, here's your challenge: do something completely out of your comfort zone or have an ACTUAL conversation with me for no good reason.