Getting Used to Things

"You should be getting used to orgo tests."
"I know it's sad, but stuff like this happens, so we just need to get used to it."
"You'll get used to it."

But no, no I don't. I don't get used to taking tests. I don't get used to giving speech, performing on a stage. I don't get used to the fact that horrible things happen in this world, and that the world moves on so quickly that those embroiled in the event are left behind.

I don't get used to things.

And while it sucks when it comes to taking a test, or when those nerves come before a performance, or to witnessing world disasters and not being able to move on like others do, I guess it can be a good thing as well. I don't get used to sunny days and gorgeous weather. I don't get used to being able to call friends when I need them. I don't get used to late-night phone calls, or waking up to texts in the morning, or long walks under the stars, or coasting down a hill on my bike. I don't get used to hugs, or shared secrets, or smiles. And maybe not getting used to them isn't the right phrase, but it means I usually don't take things for granted. Each one is still a miracle for me in a way. And I guess this is why I'm able to "set" my default mood to happy, and my day to pretty good. 

Maybe I don't get used to things, and maybe that's not a bad thing, because that means that in my life, the good things will always outweigh the bad.