Fike's Corner😊

 Let me tell you about a girl I once met. She was in a long distance relationship. The kind where love survives through voice notes, late night calls, and counting down the weeks until the next visit. Her boyfriend lived far away, and the next time she would see him was months from now. Most days she told herself she was fine with it. Life was busy enough to keep her distracted anyway. After all, people make long distance work all the time. Then life got busy. School, people, routines, random conversations in hallways. The kind of everyday life that quietly fills the spaces where someone used to be. And somewhere in the middle of all that, there was this one person she kept running into. Nothing dramatic. Just someone who was easy to talk to. Someone who made ordinary days feel a little lighter. She started noticing how simple it was to laugh with him. How conversations with him didn’t require planning around time zones or waiting hours for replies. It wasn’t supposed to mean anyth...

Drawing has always been one of those things that gives me peace. Just… quiet. The kind of quiet that settles your mind without you even realizing it. When I draw, I’m not thinking about school, deadlines, or anything stressful. It’s just me, my thoughts, and whatever I’m trying to create. And I like that. I like how simple it feels. But lately, I haven’t had time. Or maybe I have, and I just haven’t had the energy. Because for me, drawing is not something I can force. I can’t just sit down and say, “Okay, let me draw now.” It doesn’t work like that. I draw when I feel it, when the idea comes, when my mind is quiet enough to enjoy it. And that’s what makes it a little frustrating. Because I want to get better at it. Lately, I’ve even been thinking about trying new things. Mosaic. Painting. Just exploring more. But somehow, school always finds a way to take that time. Or maybe I let it. Sometimes I look at some of my classmates and wonder how they do it. How they balance everything so we...

 Lately, the only way I can describe my life is this: academic warfare. Because it doesn’t feel like school anymore. It feels like a battle!!! Every day feels like I’m trying to catch up with something that is always moving faster than me….moving at the speed of light….Lectures, notes, assignments, tests that are somehow always around the corner. It’s like no matter how much I try to stay on top of things, there’s always something waiting. Something pending. Something I haven’t read. And I’m tired. Not just the “I need sleep” kind of tired. It’s deeper than that. The kind of tired that makes even the things you enjoy feel like big tasks. Sometimes I open my book and just stare….then my brain leaves the group chat! Not because I don’t want to read, but because my mind is already exhausted before I even start. I keep telling myself, just push a little more. Just one more chapter, one more topic, one more night of staying up. But it never really ends. There’s always another “one more...

 I don’t think I’m the kind of person who confronts everything. When something bothers me, I don’t rush to speak. I sit with it first. I turn it over in my head, trying to understand it from different angles. Sometimes I even convince myself it’s nothing, that maybe I’m just overthinking like I usually do… And sometimes, I let it go. Not because it didn’t matter. But because I decided it didn’t matter enough. But when it comes to people, it’s never that simple. I notice changes. Small ones. The slight distance in conversations.The way replies become shorter. The shift in energy that you can’t really explain, but you can definitely feel. And when I notice it, I don’t just walk away. I try. I try to bring things back to what they were. I become a little more intentional, a little more present. I make the effort to keep the conversation going, to make things feel normal again, to close whatever gap I think is forming. I don’t give up easily. But there’s a point where trying starts to ...

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...

  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...

  Yesterday, I had a small battle inside my heart. Someone needed money. Not casually.... Desperately . And I had it… but at the same time, I didn’t. Because I was broke too. I kept staring at my account balance 😭, calculating and recalculating. If I give this out, what happens to me? What if I need it tomorrow? What if I regret it? Then a quiet thought came to my mind. “The Bible says giving makes you happy.” Another thought followed: Maybe the money will find its way back to me someday. What goes around comes around… right? I hesitated.... But I gave it anyway. The next day, something unexpected happened. The money came back to me.... Not randomly....Not weeks later. The next day. And not just the same amount... six times  what I gave out. I just sat there like… wow! It really came back. Now, I won’t turn this into a “give and you’ll get rich tomorrow” story . That’s not the point. The point is what shifted inside me. I wouldn’t say I’m as generous as my parents. I watch t...

  I thought I knew the girl who slept on the bed next to mine. She is my junior. Very quiet. Always with her headphones. She keeps to herself and hardly talks to anyone. Sometimes I wondered what she was always thinking about. That afternoon, everyone in the room was asleep. It was very quiet. The fan was turning slowly. The curtains were half closed. I stepped out earlier to get something, and when I came back, I did not expect anything unusual. I pushed the door open gently. And that was when I saw her. She was standing beside her bed, not expecting anyone to come in. She had just finished bathing. She was completely exposed. For a few seconds, my brain refused to understand what I was seeing. Then it hit me. The body in front of me was not fully female. I froze. She froze too. Our eyes met. Shock. Fear. Silence. I quickly turned away and stepped back outside, my heart beating fast. I didn’t know what to think. My mind was racing. Had I been wrong this whole time?  Was my ro...

I’m Tired!!!!! If “tired” was a person, it would be me. The words “I’m tired” come out of my mouth so easily these days. Almost too easily. Sometimes I even stop myself and think, “Am I complaining too much?” But I’ve realized something. Saying it out loud actually helps. Not in a dramatic way. Not in a “woe is me”😂 way. Just in a real way. Because pretending I’m not tired.....really doesn’t make the tiredness disappear. School has been a lottttt lately. Not just classes. Not just assignments. But the mental weight of trying to balance everything!!!! Trying to be serious.....Trying to be responsible.... Trying to plan for the future.....Trying to show up for people..... Trying to show up for myself.... It’s like I’m constantly juggling, and I’m scared that if I drop one thing, everything will scatter. And the funny thing is....I don’t even have time for the things that make me feel like myself anymore. Reading for fun. Writing just because. Creating content without thinking of deadlin...

  Lately, I’ve noticed something about myself. I hardly ever feel ready before I do anything. I’m not ready to post. I'm not ready to write. Neither am I ready to share. But somehow… I still do it. Most times, I don’t feel confident. I just act first and think later. And honestly, that’s how most of my blog posts happen. I don’t sit down with a plan. I just write when my head feels full and I need to let something out. That’s exactly how my  night shift blog came to be. I wrote it in the morning after work, tired and half asleep. I didn’t edit it or try to make it perfect. I just typed what I felt and left it in my drafts. Not because it was bad, but because I kept thinking I would “fix it later.” But later never came. And then I realized something about myself....I like to romanticize chaos. Not in a dramatic way, but in small moments. Like reading a book during a night shift. Or finding peace in silence. Or laughing about mosquitoes disturbing my sleep. Or turning a stressf...