Fike's Corner😊

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...