I’m changing my personality and outlook for the better. During these past few years, I let a lot of stupid people take advantage of me. All they ever did was suck the life out of me physically, mentally emotionally and financially. But ever since I woke up and cut them loose, my life has improved. My bank account has increased and I’m a lot more confident than I ever was before. I’ve learned to create healthy boundaries out of self respect. Not going to associate with idiots just for the sake of not being alone. Once you cut stupid people completely out of your life, you do not go running back to them. If it takes a while for me to find decent people to hang out with who value me for who I am, then let it be damned.
But I don't know why because it's so stupid. For example, I like to eat just ice cream cones without ice cream. My girlfriend came shopping with me the other day and she noticed I bought ice cream cones but no ice cream. I'm lactose intolerant and ever since I was a child I would just eat the cone but I love them and I eat them like cookies. Well I didn't want her to think I was weird so I just lied to her and said I get my ice cream from somewhere else. I don't know why this is so embarrassing. I just like snacking on the cone.
Repent at leisure. Or so the saying goes. So I’ve wondered if they’ve ever regretted that impulsive decision made after drinking and having a temper tantrum. So many people seem to make these big choices in the midst of a heightened emotional situation without understanding that words once said can’t be unsaid. So in my case I’ve definitely made some dumb decisions when I wasn’t emotionally calm. However, as I’ve grown older I’ve learned that I need to always keep the harsh things I might be feeling in the moment to myself, unless my intention is to permanently wound someone or destroy a relationship. Sure you can always try to apologize, and they might forgive you, but I guarantee that they will never forget what you said.
These pride parades are too boring for my liking because I’m not gay. There I said it.
I don't know how to be part of things. My whole life I feel like I am watching other people participate in the world, and I'm just watching from the outside. I don't know how to break through and connect with people and things, it's like they have some capacity that I don't. Don't get me wrong, I survive, I have a job and apartment. I just feel so detached from everything, like I don't have the capacity to care about things or love anyone.
I’ll never admit to getting old and feeling tired. That’s for other people to do.
I was unemployed for the past 8 months or so. I never tried dating as I figured no one wants to date a jobless person considering the first question everyone here has is: what do you do for work?!?!?
Now i am working, making good money and im so exhausted all the time i dont even have the energy to chat on Tinder. Lol. Oh well. Whatever.
They are everywhere right now along sea walls, and patio's and parks. They are so obvious by their clashing clothes, their awkward paired walking. I freaking love it. No FOMO, no envy, just warms my heart seeing the world and spring emerge. Even the cynic in me does not care the percentage that will make it to date 2. Spring has sprung. Nothing lasts, but watching love trickle out of isolation is helping my heart beat.
I recently found out that I am not the eldest of two children, but the middle child of three. My mother had an abortion before I was born. I’m only here because my dad wanted to have children and told my mother he would divorce her if she had another abortion. I feel like this explains my childhood and really my whole life.
In the last couple of months my earliest memory of life has been flooding back to the forefront of my mind. The first thing I remember is my baptism when I was a baby. My parents decided to baptize me in the Greek Orthodox Church. All I remember is the priest clutching my body with his big hands. I’m cold, naked and wet just crying my eyes out, while being watched by all those people sitting in the pews. Some old friends and relatives who passed away in the last couple of years. All I wanted was to go home and be in my warm cozy crib. That’s all I wanted. Nothing more. My mom had told me years later that I had a cold. She didn’t have time to cancel the occasion at the last minute so she decided to make due with the situation. It scars me in some respects, and I’ve often wondered if perhaps talking to a psychotherapist of some sort might help me learn to cope So that I’ll never have to think or cry about my first living nightmare ever again.