QOTD: Tell us about your Halloween. Did you dress up? Did you go trick-or-treating (you’re never too old for this, I promise!) or hand out candy to the kids? Did you stay at home and watch scary movies? Let us know!
When I was a little girl, I used to get really paranoid about being in the dark and having bad guys snatch me away from the safety of my home. Both figuratively and literally. These bad guys include dangerous creepers, but also verbal attackers and anyone who is wrongly judgmental of who I am. Honestly, I think I worry too much about what other people think of me.
Which is totally understandable, right? I mean, I know I’m not the only one who cares about how my opinions and lifestyles will shape what people see the parts of me that I share with them. But to an extent this sensitivity is a setback, seeing as I’m a writer and journalist/psychologist-in-training. How can I give other people solid advice on how to improve their lives for the better and write articles on topics I feel strongly about when I’m nervous about what nice or mean things Jack and Mary are saying behind my back?
A major lesson I have learned in college so far is that it really, truly does not matter what other people think of you. There are just way too many individuals in this world, and focusing on one’s rank in popularity and likability is just a waste of time. Of course, that isn’t to say reputation and presentation of one’s self doesn’t matter, because they do–especially in the corporate world and in the job market. But it’s important to balance reputation and individuality.
Be who you want to be, and don’t let the fear of what others may think of you prevent you from trying out new things, expressing yourself and saying what you believe in.
This sensitivity is also what has kept me from becoming too public on the Internet. I can say anything I want to online…but doesn’t that mean other people–strangers, friends and colleagues alike–can say anything they want about me too? My answer to my own question is…yes, but so what? I have nothing to hide except myself, and why do I want to hide myself when there is so much to share and so much to do in a single lifetime?
So after much thinking, I have decided that I’m going to share with you all who I am–not just as “the red angel,” but as me. I feel like by doing so, all of you readers and fellow bloggers will be able to identify with me better now that you can put a name to a face and have a better picture (no pun intended) of who I am.
Yup, that’s me! My name is Wendy Lu
(Sometimes I get called Cindy Who/Wendy Wu/other forms of Wendy Lu, so whichever you prefer ;) Red Angel works too haha)
So I made this costume for a “Super Rave” that took place in one of the dorms last year. What do you guys think? And hey, Supergirl could be Asian…you never know! Haha. I am always really curious as to how Halloweeners (LOL) put their costumes together, so I’ll break down my Supergirl facade for you:
- The Superman shirt was a gift from a wonderful friend of mine. He knows how much I love Superman! You can find different versions at Hot Topic.
- I bought the blue/violet stockings from the mall, though I forgot which department. $3.00 on sale. Check out various styles at ModCloth!
- The red skirt is from a local thrift store. It was originally a long skirt, but another friend of mine who is excellent with the sewing machine was able to hem it for me. Only $3.00!
- The red cape is a really long piece of fabric that I got from Hancock’s Fabrics. About $6.00 or so.
- My red headband was part of a set of headbands that my sister gave me for Christmas a few years ago.
- You can’t see my shoes, but I’m also wearing black Converse All-Star high-tops. They weren’t originally going to be a part of the costume but they actually fit really well with the Superman look, so I figured it worked!
Sadly, I was not able to go out for Halloween this year due to my American History (1865-present) exam, which took place yesterday (hence, the late blog post!). Halloween wasn’t all just textbooks and studying, though. I live in a really quiet apartment complex and there aren’t that many families or children living near me. But to my surprise, starting at 6:30pm on Monday night, three adorable little kids dressed up as princesses came knocking on my door. I quickly tossed some Kit-Kats into a bowl, threw on my Superman shirt and showered them with candy! :) How was your Halloween?
NaNoWriMo Word Count: 582 (I blame History. But…major write-in tonight! If you are a participant, how is NaNo going?)