Yalei Wang

When it comes to people, i'm a risk taker. I've taken the risk of telling boys that i like that i liked them to be turned down, I've taken the risk of telling boys that i'm going to write stories about them to be deleted off Facebook, I've taken the risk of telling women on the street that they are gorgeous. I have something to talk about about risk and feelings.

When you risk yourself to a situation, you are basically not in control for that moment. But this isn't a bad thing because you need that moment to happen and for what the ' stuff ' of that moment to tell YOU what's going on. People are such pussies but i don't blame them. Our hearts break and fuck, it hurts. But risking your vulnerability and yourself is not only brave, it sets you free. That sounds so lame but it does. I don't know about you but i've never been able to keep my mouth shut.
I love to gossip, i love to reveal and i love to confess. If not for catharsis then simply for the pure reason of curiosity. How will people react when i do this or say this or go out looking like that? Taking risks changes the environment that you're in, it's like creating a mini earthquake in that room that you decide to do it in. It's powerful, it makes you both powerful and amazing.

I hate society for saying " HA HA " when you take a risk and fail. They are pussies. If you have feelings for someone or have something to say, say it and create a ripple effect in that room you're in. As for me, i've had so many negative experiences with confessing myself to people but one thing i know for sure is that i'll be remembered. Because the things i did took guts and people remember other people who have made themselves vulnerable to them.
But what about ' keeping things to yourself'? Not completely giving it all away. To be perfectly honest, i feel like my mind is like a house stuffed full with bags of cotton. There'll always be something i haven't shared or won't share. There's too much inside of me.
I don't really care much for boys anymore. I think the good ones don't like me and the bad ones like me too much. But the other day, i told a boy at work he looked handsome in his turtleneck and i think he felt good. That made me feel good. Don't take the risk expecting anything back in return. Take the risk as a way of letting go of all those bottled up feelings and emotions which are hell. Take the risk in confessing as a way of finally cutting that cancer that grew so big that you tossed and turned at night spiralling down your emotional hole. Would i ever tell someone how i felt like again?

Yes. Because i love to be unforgettable.