Apr 16, 2009 21:24
I hate making decisions. Wait, I take that back. That's not technically true. I hate making decisions that are of any significance. I'm ok with creative stuff, I'm really proud of all my stories. The decisions I'm best with are the ones that happen when I stop by a gas station, you know, the kind like what kind of Cheetos to get: crispy, puffs, or hot. (For the record, I like the puffs.)
I know it's kinda sad that I don't really want to think of anything more extensive than that but I've made some pretty bad choices. Most people have. Despite that I've managed to snag my dream job. It's cheesy to say, but being a comic book artist really was my dream. There's so many times when I wonder if I'm going to wake up. I know that where I am is too good to be true. I have a good job, great friends, and the most supportive girlfriend in the world. I'm in this great place, but I don't want to think about it. I know I'll make some conscious decision to mess it all up. I shouldn't be allowed to live in a fantasy.
For the most part I just don't trust myself and I found that I've always been kinda drawn to people who seem to have it together. We all have our own problems and I don't want to put any unneeded pressure on anyone, but it's a compliment, I swear. If I like you it's probably because you seem a lot more sane than me. I need people to give me a good kick in the ass every now and then, especially if I'm being too much of a leech.
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