The Mystery of Me (As Explained by Daria Morgendorffer)

On more than one occasion, people have expressed interest in knowing what goes on in my mind, seeing as I am so stubbornly silent and difficult to crack. The next time somebody expresses such an interest, I will just tell them to watch all five seasons of Daria (available for instant streaming on Amazon Prime!). Therein lies the answer to the mystery that is Matthew Gilliland.

Is there a character on television more real than Daria Morgendorffer?

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Full of sass but not lacking in class, Daria has a sharp tongue that cuts more effectively than any knife.

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But she never forgets what’s really important in life.

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Her snarky remarks and cynical attitude get her through the day, even though deep down she really does care what people think.

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So she covers her emotions with her exaggerated monotone voice and relentless pessimism.

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Even though her best friend, Jane, claims that Daria is not depressed but instead “just realistic,” it is clear that Daria’s outlook on life is anything but happy-go-lucky.

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In fact, our dear Daria seems to believe that life is inherently bad, without any hope of getting better.

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And she relentlessly claims that everybody else is to blame.

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Because she feels that other people are just inherently unreliable.

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But in one episode, Daria admits that her nonchalant attitude is just a mask for her sensitivity. She is just scared of getting hurt, so she pretends that nothing matters to her.

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Though I have explored fictional alter egos in the past, what does it say about me when the character I relate to most of all is a high school girl with thick glasses and an ill-repressed inferiority complex?

Because no matter how I look at it, there’s no escaping the truth: I am Daria Morgendorffer.

If you don’t believe me, here’s a picture of me from when I was in sixth grade, alongside a picture of Miss Morgendorffer.

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Isn’t the resemblance uncanny?

Look, I know what you’re thinking. There is no way that I’m actually Daria because the glasses I’m wearing in the picture are actually made of pipe cleaners!

But it’s not just about the looks; the true resemblance lies in our attitudes. I, like Daria, react to the world with bitterness and cynicism. This strategy allows me to pretend that I hate other people, even though the problem really is that I care too much. Unfortunately, my mind likes to convince me that everybody hates me–or, at best, that everybody is indifferent to my existence. And no matter what people say or do to prove otherwise, it is never enough.

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My mind instead shines the spotlight on the tiniest, most insignificant bit of evidence that somebody doesn’t care about me. As I focus on this evidence, I am overcome with a dark, impenetrable sadness. I’m sad that a person doesn’t love me as much as I love them. And even worse is the idea that someone once had a great deal of love for me, but that love has since faded into apathy. They say it is better to have loved and lost than to never have loved at all. That may be true. But in my experience, I would rather never be loved than have to deal with the pain that comes when a person stops caring about you.

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These thoughts evolve into a crippling anxiety–which may work for Daria, but it most certainly has not worked for me.

Because as much as I say I just don’t need other people…

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The truth is that I just fear how much they can hurt me.

I don’t know what you would call these thoughts and feelings–anxiety? Depression? Just my own specialized way of dealing with the pains of this world? Whatever it is, it has made me into a person I don’t recognize, a person I don’t want to be: possessive, needy, paranoid, destructive to myself and destructive to others.

It has made me feel isolated from everyone else.

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This isolation spreads to all aspects of my life. It feels like everybody else is so much more successful in life than I am. It feels like everybody else is in fast-forward while I remain in slow motion.

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Honestly, it sometimes makes it difficult for me to get up in the morning. Because life is just so much less complicated when I stay in bed.

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I hope these feelings are not permanent. I hope these feelings are just a product of the stress and instability of college life. I hope that, if these feelings continue, I will find a way to manage them more effectively. I want to be happy, despite my brain’s constant attempts to keep me from happiness.

It’s not that I’m miserable all the time. Quite the contrary, I can find happiness every day if I just look for it. But EXCUSE ME if I’m not just bustling with energy every time you see me. And SORRY if I often come off as a bit aloof. Maybe at some point I can change that about myself, but for now, that is how I deal with life. And it is probably how I will continue to deal with life until people prove to me again that they are worth trusting.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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G-Day

With my college graduation just over a month away,  I can’t help but have mixed feelings.

Today I would like to share those feelings, not so much in words (though I will use some of those), but with the help of some GIFs.

Part of me can barely contain the excitement

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Let’s face it, college is hard. Even though I chose the easiest major I could possibly think of (English language and linguistics), I am still ready to be done with homework, projects, and tests.

I want to be done with BYU

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As much as I love BYU on principle (mainly for its cheap tuition), spend too much time in the same place and you’re bound to harbor harsh feelings toward it eventually. I feel like it’s time for a change of scenery, even if I am technically still going to live close to BYU (but at least I won’t be a student there!)

My immediate reaction at the thought of being done:

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I know I used this exact GIF last week, but this particular GIF is just too brilliant to be under-used. In fact…

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OK, I’m done.

The point is, I get really excited about the thought of being DONE with school. The idea of just working full-time and then having the rest of the time to myself??? It’s almost too good to be true.

Too bad people rain on my parade by telling me how difficult life can be after college.

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Yet no matter what other people say, I won’t let them ruin my dreams of a peaceful post-college existence.

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But then people ask me what I plan on doing after I graduate, and I’m all…

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That’s when it hits me. I have no idea where my life is headed after this.

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And I realize that picking the easiest major might not have been the best option after all.

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No matter what I try, I will inevitably stumble and fall at one point or another.

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Then people tell me to date more, asking me when I’ll just settle down and get married. To which I only have one reaction.

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Let’s just worry about graduation for now, shall we?

Meanwhile, Back in Reality…

Every once in a while, there comes a point where we have to wake up and smell the rancid manure that is real life.

Recently I have found myself in an awkward position. I am less than eight months from graduating college, and I have no idea what I want to do once I graduate.

Should I go to graduate school or just start looking for a job right away? Should I stay in Provo, move back to Arizona, or find somewhere else completely different to live?

Maybe I should just find a random woman on the street and demand that we get married at once! After all, everyone around me is literally getting married and having babies. The other day, I was talking to a girl who was sitting behind me in class. I turned back to the front of the classroom to listen to the lecture, and the next time I looked back, the girl all of a sudden had a baby in her arms! Where did that baby come from? Did she give birth in class while I was turned the other way??? Why are people so obsessed with getting married and having babies????! Admittedly, I guess it’s all a part of religious culture. Even I have been known to make a joke or two or six thousand about being pregnant. As a result, people often claim that I’m baby hungry. But I in fact have absolutely no desire to eat any babies!!!

I think the best thing to do in such a time of uncertainty is to make a plan and then go for it. I for one like to seek God’s approval after making a plan. Other people might not take that route: that’s completely up to them! But religious or not, it is best to work toward something, even if it ends up falling through. And who knows? Maybe in the process you will be taken down another, better path.

Unfortunately, no matter how much you plan, many aspects of your life are simply out of your control. I have learned that the hard way throughout the years. Sometimes there is a distinct and even painful difference between what we expect life to be and what it actually turns out to be.

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That’s pretty much the tune I was singing last year. (No, I did not literally go around singing like Fantine. Even though I can relate to Fantine–remember that one time I went into prostitution to support my child???–I do not feel the need to walk around singing about how difficult life can be. That would be a tad melodramatic.) There were a bunch of crappy things going on that were completely out of my control, and my life pretty much fell apart at the seams. It was awesome!

But you know what? Things change. And I’m doing much much better now. I still have a long way to go, but at least I’m in a better place now. That’s not to say I have died and am blogging from heaven–I mean a better place emotionally. In fact, if I were to pick a song to describe my transition from last school year to now, it would be this:

Is it embarrassing that I feel empowered by a Katy Perry song? Perhaps. But it doesn’t matter because it definitely captures my change in attitude over the past year. So even though life didn’t go exactly as expected, I can’t say that’s necessarily a bad thing.

Another example of unexpected outcomes was from my study abroad trip. (I know I said I’m done blogging about that, but I promise it’s relevant). I went on the study abroad just expecting to see new places and, I admit, to possibly… find love. Don’t mock me!!! There were eleven girls and two boys, OK?! The odds were definitely in my favor (like the Hunger Games)!

Instead, I left Europe with some unexpected outcomes, most of which had to do with connections. The first type of connections have to do with possible future jobs. In an economy where who you know is so important, it’s exciting to have a couple ins with employment opportunities. Even if those connections don’t amount to anything, I feel like the application process will provide me with valuable experience. And if these connections do amount to something, even better!

Of course, the main type of connection I was referring to earlier was that of interpersonal connections. I certainly have experienced that as a result of my study abroad. Even though the closest thing I got to finding love was a CONTROVERSIAL fake engagement, I established many close friendships–especially with my beloved study abroad roommate Jacob. I went to Europe looking for romance, but I ended up finding a BROMANCE! We are quite hilarious… like two peas in a pod! He is the Marcie to my Peppermint Patty… you know, minus the thick glasses and strong lesbian vibe. *

In fact, here’s a picture of us!

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Can you tell we’re best friends? Anyway, part of why I’ve been doing so great lately is because I have someone who I can talk to and just be my complete, unfiltered self around. That is really refreshing. So although I didn’t go on the study abroad expecting to find a brother, a brother I got, and I am very grateful!

That just goes to show you that our preconceived notions of life can be quite different from what ends up actually happening. But that’s not necessarily a bad thing.

What does the future hold?

So what lies in my future? Well, if I were to choose, it would go something like this:

I will be a psychologist specializing in the study of child stars… but not in a creepy way. Instead, I will have won the Nobel Peace Prize for discovering what it is that causes child stars to eventually ride wrecking balls naked and set their dogs on fire. I will of course have come up with the solution. That combined with the prize money will enable my wife Emma Watson Gilliland and I to live in a beautiful mansion in Wales. My close friends and family will of course be living in our guest homes.

"Matthew Gilliland is the love of my life. I want to marry him IMMEDIATELY!"--Emma Watson, My Dreams, 1 October 2013

“Matthew Gilliland is the love of my life. I want to marry him IMMEDIATELY!”–Emma Watson, My Dreams, 1 October 2013

Assuming all that doesn’t happen, however, I’m willing to accept whatever the future has in store for me… come what may!

*This is a quote from an episode of Scrubs, as much as I’d like to claim it!

Facing My Fears at the Happiest Place on Earth

I recently had the opportunity to go to Disneyland with my family for a weekend. This was by no means our first time going to Disneyland. It is one of our favorite family vacation spots, so we usually go there every two years or so.

A lot can be learned about life from a day at Disneyland. The long lines for the best rides remind me that sometimes we have to wait a while before receiving the reward. The spinning teacups remind me that sometimes life makes you want  to throw up. (Sorry for those who like the teacups, but they’re simply not my cup of tea… no pun intended). Space Mountain reminds me that we cannot always see the upcoming twists and turns that life will bring us.

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Now, I don’t usually spend my time thinking about what Disneyland teaches us about life. I may be introspective, but even I am not that introspective. However, something happened during this past trip that kind of forced me to think more deeply about Disneyland’s role in my life.

Well, I guess it didn’t actually happen at Disneyland… it happened in a hotel. It was morning, and I was lying on my air mattress (we’re classy) waiting for everyone else to wake up, when all of a sudden, it felt like something was in my left eye. I tried a couple different ways to clear my eye–water, eye drops–but nothing seemed to work. In fact, if anything, my eye just kept feeling worse.

I tried to brave it and went to Disneyland with my family. We rode Tower of Terror a couple of times and then went on the California Screamin’ roller coaster. Both of those rides take pictures of you during the ride, and all my pictures consisted of me either winking or pretending to pray, as I could only open my right eye by this point. Unfortunately (or fortunately, as the case may be), we did not buy any of these pictures, so you’re just going to have to take my word for it.

Eventually, the pain became too much for me to handle. Basically, this was me:

I was now having a hard time even opening my non-injured eye–for some reason it hurt my left eye just to open my right eye–and my watering left eye was causing my nose to run like a waterfall. After stealing about half the park’s supply of napkins and covering my eyes with sunglasses, I decided I really couldn’t take it anymore. So my mom lead me to the park’s first-aid area… and I mean she literally lead me, as in I had to hold on to her arm because I could no longer see anything.

It turns out the Disney first-aid couldn’t do anything for me, so I ended up having to leave the park and go to urgent care. It took awhile before I got called out of the waiting room, and after that, I ended up waiting an additional 45 minutes or so before the doctor finally came in to see me.

Now, the thing you have to know is that I have this irrational fear of anything to do with eyes. They’re nice to look into and everything, but if anyone gets anything close to my or anyone else’s eye, I freak out. I can’t even watch someone put in contact lenses.

Therefore, when one of the nurses irrigated my eye for five minutes with a syringe, I was uncomfortable. When the doctor came in and put dye in my eye , I was starting to panic a little. But when she started poking at my eye and looking under my eyelids with a metal tool in order to search for a scratch or foreign object, I wanted to die.

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What was more, as all of the waiting and eye-poking fun was happening, there was a talk show playing in the room–not just any talk show, but one where a doctor was talking about all the ways you could lose an eye. He even brought up the possibility of an eye rupturing, at which time I was truly starting to panic. I mean, seriously? What kind of sick torture was this?!!

Eventually, it was discovered that I had an eye infection, and I was prescribed a number of drugs and eye drops to ease the pain. Now a couple of weeks have passed, and all is well in eye land.

Still, I can’t help but question the timing of this whole thing. Was it really necessary for me to get an eye infection at Disneyland? Couldn’t it have waited until I was back in Provo, when I had nothing to miss but work? Did there really have to be a show talking about eye loss playing while I was having an eye problem?

I can’t help but feel that the universe is out to get me. Either that, or God really does have a sense of humor, and it can even be kind of twisted sometimes! Either way, I was owned that day.  Well-played.

So I guess Disneyland isn’t always just the happiest place on Earth. Sometimes it can be just plain scary, and I’m not talking about It’s a Small World because the fear associated with that ride really just goes without saying. My point is that I am convinced I somehow got that eye infection from Disneyland. Maybe I should sue!

I’m of course kidding (mostly), but I have to say I was getting pretty upset at missing so much quality Disney time. The good news is that, when all was said and done, I was able to at least go back to Disneyland for a couple of hours after my impromptu trip to the emergency room. Being upset about the time I missed wasn’t going to help anything, so instead I just enjoyed the time I had left.

I think that philosophy can be applied to life as well. Instead of feeling bad about what we’ve missed out on, we should enjoy the opportunities we do have. There’s no point feeling bummed about the past because that just wastes time and keeps us from enjoying the present.

And there will always be other Disneyland trips.