Thus To Paraphrase Taylor Swift

Last night was amazing. I felt like I was in a movie or One Tree Hill or [insert rom-com name here]. A big group of us went out for dinner to a place called Soma in Ubud town centre. It is a beautiful restaurant where all the seating surrounds a large stone courtyard. The ten of us couldn't fit at one of the usual tables so instead were shown to a one placed in the corner of the courtyard. It gets dark in Bali around 6.30pm so the outside was decorated with an array of fairy lights and lanterns. The food Soma serve is incredible (can you say raw vegan mocha cheesecake!!!! Er, yum!), but it wasn't the dessert that made it so special (admittedly it contributed). What made the evening amazing, to me, was the people, both those who I had gone out for dinner with and the three locals (including the restaurant owner) who joined us especially to play music and to sit with us.

I have always felt pretty self conscious in public places when I'm in front of people I don't know. I hate the thought that others might judge me despite not knowing me. I'll tell myself over and over who care what anyone else thinks, but honestly, me, I do. So I hold myself back and try to fit in. But then last night as everyone else was laughing and singing to the music, being a little loud, but having an incredible time I decided I didn't want to worry about that anymore. I don't want to worry about trying to conform to ideals about normality or what makes someone 'cool' or beautiful. I was surrounded by the most amazing girls (and Adam), who just glow from the inside out. They are so full of life, they grasp every moment and really live it. And, stand out or not, it doesn't matter, because they do what is right for them, what makes them happy, and that is so inspirational to me. The girls I have spent the last three weeks with shine so bright; their happiness is contagious. I think maybe their softness comes from holding so little weight in what others think about them; there is room to love everything and everybody.

So last night trying to bridge a gap between age and nationality we threw out names of songs the local men might know so we could sing to the music they played. I think the most successful was 'Hallelujah', even if some of the verses' lyrics were a little questionable. And rather than sitting feeling silly I decided to wholeheartedly join in. Result? Best night ever.

Thus to paraphrase Taylor Swift... who cares what anyone else thinks you look like? The cool kids might think you dance like an idiot but ultimately who is having more fun? Those putting others down and trying to conform to their own ideas about what is 'cool', or those who are loving the moment so completely and singing from the top of their lungs?