water your brain, it might start working
The older I grow the more I fall in love with the weirdest men. Now I'm all engrossed in Alice Cooper. ALICE COOPER. Could be my grandad. I don't even know when it started, I'm shocked to say the least. Of course now I have to know everything about him and listen to ALL of his songs and become a super expert. I SO HATE MY PERFECTIONIST SELF.
I was also thinking about how I might be bisexual. I mean, not that I've tried anything yet (at the ripe age of 25 ROFL I always joke about it with my mom "oh lord no one is ever gonna believe me"), but the thought of giving and receiving love thrills me to the point I honestly don't care whether if it's a man or a woman I'm going to end up with. Not talking about sex per se, it's rather about the bigger picture and the pure thought of Love. Why should I (or anyone else feeling likewise) be stuck in a definition and live the rest of my life according to some stupid rules dictated by bigotry?
I've been slowly evolving from the typical weak person who does everything to please others to someone who works hard to please not the whole world but herself and her loved ones, one step at a time, always trying to smile and think positive despite the shit I get. I really like the person I became. All the anxiety and bottled up emotions resulting in severe panic attacks taught me that life is too fucking short to worry about stuff like what will that person think of me if I do this and this.
People will just keep on talking and poking their noses into your business anyway, so I came to the conclusion that if you want to remain sane you have to start thinking about yourself and pretty much ignore the ignorants. Flip them off and move on. Enjoy your life on your own terms and at your own pace, because you only get one and to quote Frank, "if you end up with a boring miserable life because you listened to your mom, your dad, your teacher, your priest, or some guy on television telling you how to do your shit, then you deserve it."
I was also thinking about how I might be bisexual. I mean, not that I've tried anything yet (at the ripe age of 25 ROFL I always joke about it with my mom "oh lord no one is ever gonna believe me"), but the thought of giving and receiving love thrills me to the point I honestly don't care whether if it's a man or a woman I'm going to end up with. Not talking about sex per se, it's rather about the bigger picture and the pure thought of Love. Why should I (or anyone else feeling likewise) be stuck in a definition and live the rest of my life according to some stupid rules dictated by bigotry?
I've been slowly evolving from the typical weak person who does everything to please others to someone who works hard to please not the whole world but herself and her loved ones, one step at a time, always trying to smile and think positive despite the shit I get. I really like the person I became. All the anxiety and bottled up emotions resulting in severe panic attacks taught me that life is too fucking short to worry about stuff like what will that person think of me if I do this and this.
People will just keep on talking and poking their noses into your business anyway, so I came to the conclusion that if you want to remain sane you have to start thinking about yourself and pretty much ignore the ignorants. Flip them off and move on. Enjoy your life on your own terms and at your own pace, because you only get one and to quote Frank, "if you end up with a boring miserable life because you listened to your mom, your dad, your teacher, your priest, or some guy on television telling you how to do your shit, then you deserve it."