The Sounds and Silence
Hello, I'm Taylor. I am from Buffalo, NY, and I'm a musical theatre major and Nazareth College. I'm in the process of learning about life day by day. Ask me anything and I will be completely honest with you.
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It’s funny how life works sometimes. Yesterday I saw this girl that I was friends with in high school. We always talked through the problems she was having, and I tried to help her as much as I could. For our freshman year of college, we haven’t spoke once. No texts, no calls, no facebook messages, no letters, nothing. I haven’t seen her since her graduation party. We let a whole year go by without contacting each other at all. Yesterday I saw her again, and she had my back more for me than anyone else had. I asked her how she has been doing, and she said it was a rough year. I wish I could have done more for her. I wish she would have come to me with her troubles this year. We will have to talk more often.
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I found my camera in one of my bags I brought home from college. I haven’t taken a single picture all year. I used to love photographing almost everything in sight, but the last couple of years I used it less and less. Now I think, “Well, what is there to take pictures of?” I no longer see the beauty in certain things that I would have a little while ago. Everything has lost its luster. Honestly, I can’t think of anything that I would truly want to remember and treasure for the rest of my life this past year. I wouldn’t want to take pictures of myself. No one wants to see a unfortunate looking girl with a pasty complexion with dark circles framing the eyes. A girl that is overweight with a repulsive looking face. She’s not the girl that brightens the world with smoldering eyes and a smile that is contagious. She doesn’t attract attention from anyone by just walking by. She doesn’t make an impact. She doesn’t live. She just exists for whatever reason, maybe to make other girls feel better about themselves. Our eyes meet, and that girl stares back at me, and I look back down at my camera, and then put it back where I had found it. I don’t think I’ll go back to it.
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You know, I may not be intelligent, but I am aware of many things. It’s funny, last week my sister mockingly picked out a silly keychain for me that said, “I smile because I have no idea what’s going on.” On the contrary, I’m quite the opposite. I observe and experience a lot, I just don’t say anything. I keep things to myself. My family always marks me as “the stupid one,” but they have no idea what goes on in my head. I’ve become quite good at understanding things that my family can’t fathom, thanks to theatre. I have a better understanding of human emotion, and people’s thought processes. For being “the stupid one,” I can read them all like an open book, and I know why they are the way they are. The truth is I smile because I know exactly what’s going on.
