Fike's Corner😊

  This evening while I was praying, something interesting happened. Not the quiet, silent kind of prayer though...That kind of prayer where you just pause and start whispering to God like he's standing in front of you! I was standing in the middle of the room, talking out loud to myself... And in the middle of that, I suddenly said something that surprised even me. “ I’m sure I don’t want to die young… but I’m really not prepared for whatever the future has in store.” The words just came out like that. And the more I thought about it, the more I realized that sentence explains exactly where I am in life right now. Confused . I keep calling this part of my life my confusion era. There are so many things I’m unsure about right now. So many decisions that feel bigger than I expected them to be. Sometimes I pray and simply say, “ God, I really hope I figure it out.” Not perfectly. Not all at once. But at least enough to move forward without feeling completely lost. I think about the fu...

  You’re probably wondering why I titled this blog “ Why Boys Hate Me.” No, it’s not like boys actually hate me… But for a long time, my experiences with guys were… not exactly smooth. Growing up, whenever I interacted with guys, something would eventually go wrong. Conversations would become awkward, the vibe would change, and somehow they would slowly start avoiding me. At first, I didn’t understand why. In my mind, I was just being normal. Just talking the way I usually talk. But later I started realizing something. Sometimes I blurt things out too quickly…well…most times. Sometimes my words come out harsher than I intend them to. ... and most times...disrespectful🥲 And sometimes my facial expression doesn’t help either. I might be listening, but my face might look like I’m uninterested or annoyed.. I’m not doing it on purpose. But I started noticing that people could easily misunderstand it. For a while, I thought the best solution was simple: Just avoid boys completely. No aw...

Today I sat down to write a blog. And for the first time in a while, I realized something. I don’t know what to write about. Usually there’s something in my head. A small thought. A random story. Something that turns into a blog before I even realize it. But today my mind feels… quiet. I tried to think about different things. School? I’ve written about that already. Growing up? I’ve talked about that too. My roommates? Done too. So I sat here for a while just staring at a blank page. And the funny thing is, the more I try to force an idea, the further the ideas seem to run away. But maybe that’s part of writing too. Maybe every writer has days like this. Days when your mind is full of life, but empty of words. Maybe the stories are still forming somewhere in my head. Maybe they’re hiding inside the small moments I haven’t noticed yet. Or maybe my mind just needs a little rest before the next idea shows up. Either way, I think that’s okay. Because writing, for me, has never been about f...

  There’s this girl. This very sweet girl. She’s standing at the edge of a new age this year, and if you ask her honestly, she’ll tell you she’s not ready for it. Not even a little. Adulthood seems to be sneaking up on her quietly, and she’s not sure when it started happening. One moment she was just living life, going to school, figuring things out slowly. The next moment, life started whispering words like responsibility, decisions, and the future. And somehow those words feel bigger than she expected. The funny thing is, she keeps watching her little sister grow up right before her eyes. The last born. She remembers when that girl was just a baby. She remembers feeding her, carrying her, helping her with little things. Back then, she was the one taking care of her. But now things feel a little different. Now that same little sister is the one telling her, “Don’t forget to take your medication.” And every time it happens, she pauses for a moment and thinks, When did this girl gro...

  There’s this girl. This very sweet girl I know. My best girl. Sometimes I sit and think about how lucky I am to have her in my life, and honestly, I don’t think I say it enough. She’s the kind of person who shows up in the small ways that matter. The kind that checks on you, laughs with you, and somehow knows when you need someone around.... even when you don’t say it. God knows I might not be the easiest person to deal with. There are days when my mood clearly says “Not now, girl.” Days when I’m quiet, tired, or just not in the mood for anything. But she still shows up. Still kind. Still patient. Still sweet. And somehow she understands me in a way that feels effortless. We’ve had so many small, sweet moments together. The kind that may not look like much to other people, but mean everything to us. The random conversations. The laughter that comes out of nowhere. The moments where we just sit and exist in the same space and it still feels comfortable. That’s my best girl. She m...

There's this girl I know. A really sweet girl who wants a man. A man who would love her for who she is. A man who would tolerate her little bits of craziness and still find them adorable. A man she could talk to for hours about her day without him getting tired of listening. She said he would be handsome. Fit physically. Fit spiritually. Fit emotionally. Fit mentally… basically fit in every “-ally” you can think of. He would be patient. Supportive. Hardworking. Understanding. As she spoke, her eyes lit up with excitement, like she had already met him somewhere in her imagination. Then she paused, smiled a little, and said, “That’s the man of my dreams.” And honestly, it sounded beautiful. But as she kept talking, the list kept getting longer. And longer. Until I had to stop her for a second. “Wait,” I told her. Because the truth is, none of us are perfect. And the man of her dreams probably won’t have every single thing on that list. One or two things might b...