Do you ever just feel the need to google your name? Well, I felt the need to do so today, and after about 5 pages of Google, I found a blog by a girl who shares the same name as me. Now normally I would share the blog, but since my first and last name are clearly evident in her blog URL, I’ll pass. Now these feelings probably stem from the fact that I am thuper duper insecure (So naturally I thought why not share)

So before I jump into this post, I just wanted to update you guys on my life. I don’t really deserve any blog followers that I have because I post nothing of quality nor do I post too often (grammar?). To the followers I have: thank you for following my blog, I don’t deserve you at all. Anyway, college/uni has started and since I’m a second year Pharmacy major, reality has punched me in the face. (So as if I needed another excuse) Basically, I won’t really be posting much. I’m gonna try to keep it to a post per week though.

Okay, now back to the blog that I happened to discover. This girl’s blog is amazing. I mean she even incorporates pictures into her posts. Suddenly, my blog felt so inferior to hers. She’s funny, has an awesome blog, and is probably doing more with her life than I am. Why do we feel the need to compare ourselves with others? (Because right now, I am comparing myself to her and not feeling good about myself at all)

There probably so many more Komal *insert last name here*’s out there. Are they all as amazing as this girl? Am I the only Komal *insert last name here* that is not getting much out of life? (In all seriousness though, I do feel like I am getting somewhere in life. I mean my parents aren’t super proud of me for no reason at all, right?)

It’s just amazing how all these people who share the same name are similar only in their name. Their personalities and ambitions vary greatly. Maybe that’s why the ever so popular Shakespearean phrase, “what’s in a name”, conveys so much.

Anyway dear reader, it seems as if I have ran out of things to say.

What’s in a name? That which we call a rose
By any other name would smell as sweet.

                                       -Romeo and Juliet (II, ii, 1-2)