Somebody proofread my essay for me (Excuse the lack of indents):
“I am now going to attempt the stunt of pooping and reading at the same time. Wish me luck.”
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I believe in awkwardness.
As a teenager, I have had my fair share of this intriguing state of mind. Everyone has their moments where they can say, “NOW I know what it’s like to be the new kid,” or times they feel like their insides will explode if nobody speaks up. Although that feeling is all in our paranoid heads, our minds get set on automatic awkward mode anyways. When I high-five someone when they were asking for a hug, I don’t have to feel awkward, but I do. When somebody obnoxiously tells me that I have to zip my fly up, I don’t have to feel awkward, but I do. When something inappropriate slips out, I don’t have to feel awkward, but I do. When somebody else feels awkward, I don’t have to share their feelings, but I do anyways. Some of us have the misfortune of having to face more awkwardness than necessary. We are just so blessed with awkward smiles, awkward-looking bodies, or awkward personalities. Yes, blessed.
The reason why awkwardness is sometimes so excruciatingly painful is because it reveals something scary: People are flawed. As much as we try to cover it up with our facades of whatever’s cool, awkwardness will find its way to bring it down. In a way, I believe that awkwardness is God’s way of making sure our heads don’t get too big.
The thing is, awkwardness is how we are able to relate to each other. How many of us can say that we have never experienced an excessively long period of silence? How many of us have never had a moment where we know that we don’t fit in? Ironically enough, we as humans find it so hard to relate to the human race. The nervous laughter that follows an out-of-place statement is us realizing that we are naturally uncomfortable with each other. It’s not a matter of who fits in or not. There’s no such thing. None of us fit in. Awkwardness doesn’t allow us to.
Before you go and drop-kick awkwardness in the face for all the horror it has caused in life, I want to tell you that awkwardness should be appreciated. In fact, it is best appreciated when it pervades amongst its surroundings. It is one of the few things in life that lets us bring each other to the same level of understanding. If everyone was okay with being awkward, imagine how fearless we could become. If everyone realized that we’re all losers who fart at the worst moments and feel flustered when we make eye contact with a crush, imagine how much more we could relate to each other. So the next time you shout, “Oh man, you must have to suck pretty hard,” in the middle of Physics class, don’t lower your head in shame or apologize. Instead, take that awkwardness, embrace it, and say, “I appreciate you.” This I believe.
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I believe in awkwardness.
As a teenager, I have had my fair share of this intriguing state of mind. Everyone has their moments where they can say, “NOW I know what it’s like to be the new kid,” or times they feel like their insides will explode if nobody speaks up. Although that feeling is all in our paranoid heads, our minds get set on automatic awkward mode anyways. When I high-five someone when they were asking for a hug, I don’t have to feel awkward, but I do. When somebody obnoxiously tells me that I have to zip my fly up, I don’t have to feel awkward, but I do. When something inappropriate slips out, I don’t have to feel awkward, but I do. When somebody else feels awkward, I don’t have to share their feelings, but I do anyways. Some of us have the misfortune of having to face more awkwardness than necessary. We are just so blessed with awkward smiles, awkward-looking bodies, or awkward personalities. Yes, blessed.
The reason why awkwardness is sometimes so excruciatingly painful is because it reveals something scary: People are flawed. As much as we try to cover it up with our facades of whatever’s cool, awkwardness will find its way to bring it down. In a way, I believe that awkwardness is God’s way of making sure our heads don’t get too big.
The thing is, awkwardness is how we are able to relate to each other. How many of us can say that we have never experienced an excessively long period of silence? How many of us have never had a moment where we know that we don’t fit in? Ironically enough, we as humans find it so hard to relate to the human race. The nervous laughter that follows an out-of-place statement is us realizing that we are naturally uncomfortable with each other. It’s not a matter of who fits in or not. There’s no such thing. None of us fit in. Awkwardness doesn’t allow us to.
Before you go and drop-kick awkwardness in the face for all the horror it has caused in life, I want to tell you that awkwardness should be appreciated. In fact, it is best appreciated when it pervades amongst its surroundings. It is one of the few things in life that lets us bring each other to the same level of understanding. If everyone was okay with being awkward, imagine how fearless we could become. If everyone realized that we’re all losers who fart at the worst moments and feel flustered when we make eye contact with a crush, imagine how much more we could relate to each other. So the next time you shout, “Oh man, you must have to suck pretty hard,” in the middle of Physics class, don’t lower your head in shame or apologize. Instead, take that awkwardness, embrace it, and say, “I appreciate you.” This I believe.
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