My name is Tyler-May.
Tyler May, although I appreciate my name, it may create the impression that I am a strong and tomboyish girl with short hair, who wears loose t-shirts and Umbro track pants. Nevertheless, this perception does not bother me. Despite being 20 years old, I still feel like I'm 14. Although I speak using the "Newark" dialect, I do not go around shouting incomprehensible phrases. Nonetheless, there is more to life that I have yet to experience as only twenty years old. However, as a teenager, I did not encounter any traumatic events such as losing my parents or coming close to being hit by a vehicle.
Although I am relieved that neither they nor I perished, I must admit that I was a well-behaved child. Perhaps even excessively so, if you understand what I mean. Rarely did I become i
...ntoxicated, never did I engage in wild adventures on Friday nights, and not once did I try smoking or sneaking out at night. It was fascinating to hear others recount their thrilling tales of staying awake until midnight, waiting for their parents to fall asleep, and then escaping through their windows. How impressive! While recognizing the importance of abstaining from such activities, the bragging rights attached to them are truly priceless. Needless to say, popularity was not my strong point during my school years.
My friends and I were not categorized as the "plastics", the "emos", or the promiscuous individuals who had a different partner every night. We were simply ourselves. We did not belong to a group that was despised, nor were we excessively fixated on. Schoolwork did not concern me much; I wa
naturally intelligent, so I became complacent and relied on that ability to get me by. Being in the second tier of everything was satisfactory for me. Initially, I did put effort into my studies and eventually completed all my assignments and projects. However, I never went above and beyond, giving only a fraction of my full potential.
I chose to prioritize spending time with my friends and enjoying the vibrant atmosphere of town rather than exerting effort. On warm summer afternoons, the most enjoyable activity was lounging around Newark Castle. We would indulge in a delicious lunch from Bakers Oven and have a quaint picnic at the Castle. This had become a customary practice among us. However, I did make an effort when it came to art.
Both my teacher and my dad sparked my interest in history, which has always fascinated me. Now, I am a graphics designer utilizing my creativity in a more digital way – through activities like photoshopping and designing magazine layouts.
Although I enjoy my job, it isolates me and confines me to a dull office. The surroundings consist of magnolia walls, adorned with chipped plaster covered in Artex. I am not utilizing my interpersonal abilities as I prefer engaging in lively conversations and meeting new individuals. Regrettably, I am unable to alter this current situation. In the past, I believed that no one could dictate my actions, which remains true. However, it appears that I am pursuing this occupation for misguided motives.
Despite my aspiration to become an illustrator, I opted for the easier path due to my lack of motivation and ongoing struggle to find drive during school. However, I
remain optimistic that one day, although it may not be in the immediate future, I will fulfill my dreams. Dreams provide a temporary refuge from reality, allowing individuals to briefly immerse themselves in their own personal realm.
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