Muffintop is still very much invisible

When I started this blog, I must've been around 17, in my bio I still refer to myself as a teen, so that seems about accurate. Well during that time, I was suffering from a condition I call "invisibleitis", to be perfectly honest, I still do.

Here's the point of my new post which is about a few hundred years late-- It's ok to be invisible! I know, I know, "Muffintop, you can't tell our youth to be invisible, how will they ever be able to cope in life if they keep hiding? You're a terrible influence!" That's fine, I'm not an influence to anyone except for my nephew and we like the same things, so he's fine.

Alright, so maybe it's not the best to be invisible, I was like this in high school, I was afraid to be picked on by other people, and it's safe to say I was a bit self-destructive. Even now as a 22 year old girl (I don't think I'll ever be a woman), I can't seem to really break out of my shell in public areas or social events. Anyway, during the time I had forgotten about this blog, much happened, that made me realize I'm ok with who I've become, and I guess that's all that we're looking for, self-acceptance. Sure I don't have the type of friends I thought I would, I've made due with that, but I'd like to say maybe the reason i had a falling out with the people I once called friends was because I can't accept change in my life very well. But that's a story for another time. Anyway, here's what I'm saying; when you're just a kid, you don't think about what could happen in the future, you think you're going to graduate from high school then college then go on to your amazing new job and live the life you think is coming for you, but there are bumps in the road. There's bad friendships, stress, fear that you won't be accepted by your peers. Some people bulldoze right through it, and those are the people I can honestly say I look up to, but then there are people, like myself, who let their life get to a stand-still and watch as everyone learn from their mistakes. We wait for something or someone to pull us out of the metaphorical quicksand, but we're never that lucky.

This is why i've decided I will be he voice for the people who are at a stand-still, so that we can all help each other, share ridiculous stories of how we got there and all the fun time we had before we got there. Some people like to forget about their past, but me, I love looking back, sure there may be no future in the past, but people still make scrapbooks when they're old.