A living cliché
While scanning my room searching for what I should write about, it became glaringly obvious. I am an indie movie cliché. I am an artsy girl. From the vintage comic book posters to the polaroids and at least one succulent placed on each piece of furniture, I am where subculture and stereotypes shake hands.
But living within the confined walls of a cliché isn’t always easy. People judge you at the surface level and take one look at you, your high-waisted shorts, your tights, and bulky tortoise glasses, and gather all the information they need to collate to determine who you are. They assume the movies you like, the music you enjoy, and the books you read. It makes you wonder what came first, the chicken or the egg? Was it me liking the bulky tortuous glasses, or people assuming I own them in the first place? Being put in a box can give you a full-blown identity crisis. Everyone wants to be their own person but it’s hard to be yourself when people see you a certain way. Just because a few, or even an admittedly decent amount of things can put me into a cliché, doesn’t mean that’s all I am. But even within these confined walls, it isn’t lonely. The same people that confined me to this box also helped me find new friends. So for that, I am thankful.