I think I came to terms with something in the last week or so.
I'm that guy.
The guy that has no luck. Women screw him over. Bad things happen to him for no reason. The very people who treat him the shittyest are the people he has tried to be the nicest to.
The guy that in all rights should feel screwed over and depressed. (Which I have felt sometimes.)
But for some reason right now I can't care less. Worse I find myself saying that if I'm going to be screwed over I want an adventure. I want to be chased across a roof top by police spot light (wait that has actually happened). I want something worthy of a story.
Have I just hit rock bottom? Or have I just hit a new level of insanity?
Maybe it's just that I've come to terms with the fact that I've become everything that I feared when I was in high school? Sure things could get a lot lot worse.
Maybe it's been a good thing that I've sunken down and experienced a lot of the things that scared me shitless as a kid? I mean I was audibly laughing the other day in the cereal aisle of mijiers because I was realizing that pretty much everything my parents got me to believe was utter bull shit. If I decided to eat Lucky Charms merely because St. Patrick's day was coming up, over the healthy cereal I WOULDN'T be unhealthy and instantly die or be wasting money. That doing good in school and caring about school doesn't mean that I would do good in college. That being nice to others doesn't mean that they will feel any need to be nice to me (not that I'm suggesting that everyone should be an ass to everyone else. I'm just saying there are a LOT of ass holes out there).
I'm glad that I realized at an early age porn is not this evil thing that rots you out from the inside. That drinking a case of diet coke a week isn't going to instantly kill you (maybe cause some problems down the road but not instant effects.) I'm glad that I finally realized that there is nothing wrong with being single. That there is nothing wrong with not thinking that blond big breasted girls are the most attractive thing out there but instead thinking that the smart, small chested girl with the glasses is much much sexier. That liking someone doesn't mean I have to instantly want to or have to sleep with them, that wanting to talk to them and know everything about them is NOT weird. That being able to laugh at your self is NOT a bad thing but a GOOD thing.
I guess I'm glad that I realized that it's ok to be weird, as long as you are truly having fun.
I'm that guy.
The guy that has no luck. Women screw him over. Bad things happen to him for no reason. The very people who treat him the shittyest are the people he has tried to be the nicest to.
The guy that in all rights should feel screwed over and depressed. (Which I have felt sometimes.)
But for some reason right now I can't care less. Worse I find myself saying that if I'm going to be screwed over I want an adventure. I want to be chased across a roof top by police spot light (wait that has actually happened). I want something worthy of a story.
Have I just hit rock bottom? Or have I just hit a new level of insanity?
Maybe it's just that I've come to terms with the fact that I've become everything that I feared when I was in high school? Sure things could get a lot lot worse.
Maybe it's been a good thing that I've sunken down and experienced a lot of the things that scared me shitless as a kid? I mean I was audibly laughing the other day in the cereal aisle of mijiers because I was realizing that pretty much everything my parents got me to believe was utter bull shit. If I decided to eat Lucky Charms merely because St. Patrick's day was coming up, over the healthy cereal I WOULDN'T be unhealthy and instantly die or be wasting money. That doing good in school and caring about school doesn't mean that I would do good in college. That being nice to others doesn't mean that they will feel any need to be nice to me (not that I'm suggesting that everyone should be an ass to everyone else. I'm just saying there are a LOT of ass holes out there).
I'm glad that I realized at an early age porn is not this evil thing that rots you out from the inside. That drinking a case of diet coke a week isn't going to instantly kill you (maybe cause some problems down the road but not instant effects.) I'm glad that I finally realized that there is nothing wrong with being single. That there is nothing wrong with not thinking that blond big breasted girls are the most attractive thing out there but instead thinking that the smart, small chested girl with the glasses is much much sexier. That liking someone doesn't mean I have to instantly want to or have to sleep with them, that wanting to talk to them and know everything about them is NOT weird. That being able to laugh at your self is NOT a bad thing but a GOOD thing.
I guess I'm glad that I realized that it's ok to be weird, as long as you are truly having fun.