Moar whining.
I worry. Mostly about myself, surprise surprise. Maybe I would do better if I worried about other people once in a while, but I can't affect any real change in other people's lives.
Thing is, I'm starting to wonder if I can affect change in my own life, either.
Recently I've been thinking that there are certain things about myself, things I like about myself, that I consider to be a pretty important part of who "me" is. But like, pretty much universally, they're things that other people would consider obstacles to being happy.
So let's say that theoretically, they're right about [these various things], and let's say that I could change them if I really wanted to, although neither of these things would necessarily be true.
Would it be worth it?
Do you sell a part of yourself for peace of mind? And what kind of peace of mind do you really have if you sell yourself?
I guess I'm mostly just worried that I'll find out I've been in the wrong all these years, that happiness turns out to be conformity and normality. And maybe if that happens, even worse, it won't even be a big deal to me that this incredibly depressing sentiment turns out to be true. That'd be the point where I'd be too far gone to pull it back.
It's all idle speculation and hypothetical built upon hypothetical.
But I still worry.
Thing is, I'm starting to wonder if I can affect change in my own life, either.
Recently I've been thinking that there are certain things about myself, things I like about myself, that I consider to be a pretty important part of who "me" is. But like, pretty much universally, they're things that other people would consider obstacles to being happy.
So let's say that theoretically, they're right about [these various things], and let's say that I could change them if I really wanted to, although neither of these things would necessarily be true.
Would it be worth it?
Do you sell a part of yourself for peace of mind? And what kind of peace of mind do you really have if you sell yourself?
I guess I'm mostly just worried that I'll find out I've been in the wrong all these years, that happiness turns out to be conformity and normality. And maybe if that happens, even worse, it won't even be a big deal to me that this incredibly depressing sentiment turns out to be true. That'd be the point where I'd be too far gone to pull it back.
It's all idle speculation and hypothetical built upon hypothetical.
But I still worry.