slut.
when my back is tender or sore, i need to stop freaking out and thinking that i'm going to hurt myself again. i need to realize that i'm just using my back more than it's used to. i once had an injury in that area, and that the muscles and other stuff that i can't remember from are adjusting. the benefit of growing pains. also, i realized that my joke that i hate ethiopian food for the sake of having some food that i dislike, is a burden. there are lots of foods i don't prefer if we were to get technical about it, and just because ethiopian food isn't for my palate, doesn't mean that i have to proclaim that i hate it all the time. it's tiring for me. i can't believe i devoted as much energy as i have to hating ethiopian food. not that it was a lot. but it was more than i had to spare, especially in this time of "growth and discovery." i'm pretty happy that i can still experience things like this, even though i'm mostly past puberty. it's funny that people assume you have a small window to do all of the things that you want to do, and then after that you're set, and can only evolve within the established framework that you've given yourself. hogwash. now, which part of this entry is allegory, kids?