i love that you love me for me
Maybe it's part of the need for consistency when it comes to the human mind, but I really would rather be sentimental right now rather than go social psych person on you right now.
As I change and experience new things, I love that I have friends that encourage me to grow --but only as far as I remain myself. What immediately pops to mind is when I asked a big brother figure how he'd react if I started drinking. I half expected him to say he either wouldn't really care or he'd be kind of happy --as he is a fan of alcohol himself. He somewhat surprised me by saying that he'd be really sad because he'd know I wasn't being me. Months later I chugged down a Jina-colada that I knew, but others didn't, to be virgin. The same guy, half drunk already, called me over to make sure there was no alcohol in that drink. Another guy, weeks later, is laughing as I tell him of a handful of my fun adventures. I say "you'd be proud of me" and he momentarily becomes serious to tell me he'd only be proud if I was still being crazy me, not crazy someone else.
I'm lucky in that I'm comfortable with myself. I don't owe a lot of explanation to others for how I choose to live my life, and I happen to be quite content with my choices (most of the time). For awhile I wondered how many people were really okay with some of decisions, but I'm starting to realize that maybe some aren't just "okay" with them --but they want me to hold on to them. And that makes me happy.
As I change and experience new things, I love that I have friends that encourage me to grow --but only as far as I remain myself. What immediately pops to mind is when I asked a big brother figure how he'd react if I started drinking. I half expected him to say he either wouldn't really care or he'd be kind of happy --as he is a fan of alcohol himself. He somewhat surprised me by saying that he'd be really sad because he'd know I wasn't being me. Months later I chugged down a Jina-colada that I knew, but others didn't, to be virgin. The same guy, half drunk already, called me over to make sure there was no alcohol in that drink. Another guy, weeks later, is laughing as I tell him of a handful of my fun adventures. I say "you'd be proud of me" and he momentarily becomes serious to tell me he'd only be proud if I was still being crazy me, not crazy someone else.
I'm lucky in that I'm comfortable with myself. I don't owe a lot of explanation to others for how I choose to live my life, and I happen to be quite content with my choices (most of the time). For awhile I wondered how many people were really okay with some of decisions, but I'm starting to realize that maybe some aren't just "okay" with them --but they want me to hold on to them. And that makes me happy.