Braided Eclectic Rebel

Being rebellious was always seen as something that was bad or negative and to stay far away from. At least for me, being a rebel meant breaking the rules in order to get in trouble or receive attention. I could easily spot these kind of people back in middle school and high school. And I happily stayed away from these 'dangerous' people who enjoyed breaking the rules.

 The rebel girls and guys from school days were the ones who wore black, talked bad, smelled mysterious and had ear phones hanging from their ear. They would talk back to the teacher, have their hoodie on and pretend that they were listening to what was happening in class, yet instead listen to their music and zone out. I wouldn't get close to these types of people. I felt so different and knew myself well enough that I could never take a slippery slope step spiral from being a good and honest student to one that simply didn't care and didn't try.

I found the stereotype to be a misjudged stereotype pertaining to myself. As I've gotten to know myself more, I feel that I have become more of this 'rebel' type. Not in the sense of looking like I didn't care how I dress or look or chewing something other than pink bubble gum but a rebel in the sense of not following the crowd and instead listening to my true inner self, inner voice and strong and tight intuition. A deep feeling and living of doing what's right for me and not caring what others think and not letting their opinions overrule my decisions.

Little did I know that I was a rebel back in those days, doing my own thing and living by the seed of my intuition and inner self. My senior year in high school, I didn't have a cell phone, a Facebook or a driver's license. Unlike my fellow peers and small circle of acquaintances and friends, I wasn't eager to get any of those things right away and try to fit in. I honestly didn't mind taking the bus and being visible waiting for another mode of transportation to take me home while my peers and classmates drove away in their fancy and prancy looking vehicles.

Being my own type of rebel continued throughout college and till this current day. A rebel in the sense of the way I think and do things. As someone once put it, 'You walk to the beat of your own drum.' I've learned that being a rebel of my type isn't always easy since it can mean doing things alone. But as I've found, just because you're alone doesn't mean you have to feel lonely doing it or not have fun trying.

Last night, I went to a Harvest Ball out of my area. I have to admit, the best part is getting ready and figuring out what shoes to wear and how dark you want your make-up to be. I felt like a rebel dancing to my own tune when no other dancers would have the courage or even the will power to cut a rug. I even requested my own songs, one of them had to do with being a rebel, just for kicks. A few other like minded kindred souls appreciated the song and gladly danced to this spunky and vibrant, feel good tune.

Just recently, I learned about the four types of ways you can motivate yourself. I read it through an online magazine called verily mag and it briefly explained the different ways/categories one can motivate themselves. I took the quiz and already had an intuition that my 'category' would be rebel. Sure enough, my motivation style revolved around what I want to do and when. It also stated that rebels are independent and out of the box thinkers. :)

Although being a rebel can be dangerous or even at times misunderstood, the best way I have learnt to deal with my personality type that can often lead me wondering why I'm the only one is to not think about the quantity but rather the quality. Not the the numbers in how many are joining me but rather am I being true and honest with myself and having fun at the same time.