This is why balance is not easy

There is a Buddhist concept that everything in life should be balanced, or everything in moderation. That’s probably why I’m not a Buddhist. I can’t seem to balance anything. I overcompensate and get thrown off. This most recently occurred to me when I stayed up late waiting to talk to my brother, Aaron. I’ve written about how I am getting more and more into sports but I never really wrote why. It just kind of happened. But as I was staying up waiting for Aaron to come talk to me I turned on the TV. Amongst the long list of reruns of Friends and Scrubs I decided to turn it on Sports Center. SPORTS CENTER.

For those unaware of what Sports Center is, as I was up until a year ago, it is a show that recaps all of the highlights of the day from the world of sports. I neglected two of my favorite shows to learn about the NHL lockout and what that means for a sport that no one in the South cares about. I usually watch it with Aaron, but I had no excuse. I was watching this all by my lonesome. As I quickly realized this, my sudden awareness turned to apathy. With that new emotional development I then realized I’m turning into a Dude.

Dude, Bro, whatever you elect to call it, girls can become it. As I am typing this right now, I’m wearing a cutoff t-shirt with a stain on it. I haven’t succumbed to totally being immersed in the world of dudes yet, as my room is still pink and I still love girly magazines. Recently, I’ve started DIYing everything imaginable to balance my knowledge of what a touchback means.

Many girls will probably roll their eyes at this post until they one-day find themselves in the same scenario. It’s the situation where you discover yourself walking the tightrope of which level of gender are you. I have a great friend (shout out to Victor) who says that there is no level. Everyone’s equal. My friend group usually laughs at this and carries on, but it does make me wonder. I’m still more of a girly-girl, but will I eventually become more of a Bro? Only time will tell. Until then, I’ll continue to shop for lace and pearls while discussing the general indifference society has of the Pro-Bowl.