Fike's Corner😊

I honestly don’t see cartoons the way most people do.  I don’t see them as “just for babies.”  I think sometimes people watch them, laugh, and move on… but miss the real messages inside. Because if you really pay attention, there’s actually a lot to learn.  But at the same time, I won’t lie… Not every cartoon has a message.  And I don’t just watch anything. Before I invest my time in a cartoon, there are a few things I look for: Is it fun? And is there actually a message it’s trying to pass across? Because if I’m going to sit and watch something, I want it to give me something, even if it’s small. Take SpongeBob for example.  If there’s any character I wish I could be like, it’s him.  I want to always be happy. To find joy in little things. To show up for people the way he does. Because SpongeBob always shows up. Yes, he messes things up sometimes....well most times... But he still shows up. And honestly, that matters. I remember one episode I watched when...

  I saw a post recently that said: “I’m not a very needy or touchy friend… I’m emotionally independent… I don’t constantly need reassurance or affection.” And I paused. Because… that’s me. I’m not that friend that is always hugging, always checking up every second, or constantly saying soft things. And somehow, because of that, people assume something. That I won’t be romantic. And honestly? I get it. I actually agree… I’m not that romantic. God help me. 😭 But here’s the thing. The way I show up for people might not look soft on the outside, but it’s still real. I’m not the “babying you every five minutes” type of friend. I’m not always going to say, “Aww, are you okay?” ten times. I’m not constantly in your space. But when it really matters? I’ll show up. But when something is actually wrong, I’ll listen. When you need help, I’ll be there. Just don’t expect me to force things. If something is bothering you and you don’t want to talk about it, I won’t stress you. I might ask once....

  I’m bad at consistency. I’ve known that for a while now. Starting things? That part is easy for me. I can start a new habit with so much excitement. A new challenge. A new routine. A new idea. For the first few days, I’m fully committed. But somewhere along the way, something happens. Life gets busy. My energy drops. Or I simply lose the rhythm. And before I know it, the thing I started with so much excitement slowly fades away…. I’ve seen this pattern in different parts of my life. Projects I started but didn’t finish….like this Graphics design class I abandoned…🥲 Plans I made but didn’t follow through with. Ideas that stayed ideas. And sometimes it frustrates me….well…most times! Because I know consistency is one of those quiet skills that makes a big difference over time. Not talent nor motivation….Just showing up again and again. But if I’m being honest with myself, consistency has never been my strongest quality. At least… not yet. Lately I’ve been thinking about it differe...

  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...