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Sometimes, I sit down and observe my setting. Im not talking just look at my physical surroundings, Im talking, take the time to sit down, flush all the other incomprehensible moments out of the toilet bowl that has become your conscious and analyze your life. I had just such an occurence within the past few minutes and it's lead me to an another amazing self discovery; it would have been nice to have a major MALE figure in my life while growing up, if that were the case, I might have a chance at getting by in life without falling over so many obstacles. Perhaps I would have developed a stronger sense of moral fiber, and maybe I would have matured with a larger amount of self confidence. But as it stands, Im not interested in overwhelming self confidence, I display what is necessary. Being meself, not performing for the masses, its what Ive done, and for some reason, it has worked, yet not to my advantage. Most would welcome my consequence once over. But no one understands what it's like to recieve this gift thrice. I hate hopeless romanticism.