I have sort of a love/hate relationship with Taylor Swift.
I, for the most part, enjoy her music, however, I disagree with her dating practices.
Today, though, it’s mostly a love relationship.
I have had a rough couple of weeks, and today, on my way back to campus from getting gas before the weather gets insane, one of my old favorites came on, “Mean.”
“Someday I’ll be living in a big old city, and all your ever gonna be is mean.”
I have had people yell at me in a class in high school because I quietly questioned their beliefs.
But all they’re ever going to be is mean.
I have had boys keep on pushing for dates, and get kind of crazy about it when I say no.
All they’re ever going to be is mean.
I have an evil stepmother that says horrible, cruel things about me behind my back and when she doesn’t think I’m listening and then tries to be nice to my face.
All she is EVER going to be is mean.
Sometimes it feels like those who “hate” on us have it all together. They’re the ones with the fancy cars, shoes, clothes, phones, whatever.
But they don’t.
No one does.
We’re all just trying to do our best in this crazy world.
So this week, I’m trying to remember that in ten years, the one’s who were mean, will be just that, mean.
And I’ll be on my way to my dream life.
Wishing you all a “big old city” kind of life.