Isn't it strange how people work so hard to fit in and then, when they finally do, they panic and run for the nearest cave? That's me right now.
grey Luke Skywalker shirt from Uniqlo / grey jogger pants from RRJ / printed socks from Stance / maroon shoes from adidas / R2-D2 bag from Loungefly
See, a long time ago in a galaxy not so far away… Well, right here, about a year ago, no one really cared about Star Wars. Or Justin Bieber. And now, all of a sudden, everyone is dressing up as Princess Leia and everyone is praising the Biebs for his great music left and right.
And while that's great because I can finally relate to people, it's kind of scaring me. The world is changing and it's scary because I no longer feel unique and weird. And I've been weird for the longest time, I don't really know how to fit in anymore.
Don't get me wrong. I love that more and more people are finally understanding my obsessions, but I suddenly miss my boyfriend giving a confused smirk when I go nuts over a Millennium Falcon toy. I miss my best friend's glazed eyes whenever she zones out when I geek out. I miss making Star Wars jokes and references and waiting to see who actually gets me. And above all things, I miss Star Wars merch not being sold out when I want them. Lol.
Maybe I would have been more receptive to this if this had happened at an earlier time - say, last year, before I was mocked and ridiculed for posting Justin Bieber photos and made fun of and laughed at for spending 10K on Star Wars merch.
Maybe I'm just bitter.
Maybe it's Maybelline.