One way, or another
I try not to really care what happens, one way or the other, most of the time. For the most part I don't even have to try anymore, it just happens. I'm fairly confident in my ability to be happy with wherever I am, and whatever I'm doing, most of the time, and so, when asked what I want to do, more likely than not I'll respond with something decisive like "whatever," and I'll mean it.
But every once in awhile I make up my mind. I decide something, and once decided, I treat it as though it were predestined, and any deviation would be thwarting fate. I hate it when I don't get my way. A lot. I react to it as if it were a personal failure, even (especially) when it's over really, really stupid shit. I need to get over it. Sometimes I just need to take a deep breath and count to 10 and let it go. But still.....GRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR.
That's all.
But every once in awhile I make up my mind. I decide something, and once decided, I treat it as though it were predestined, and any deviation would be thwarting fate. I hate it when I don't get my way. A lot. I react to it as if it were a personal failure, even (especially) when it's over really, really stupid shit. I need to get over it. Sometimes I just need to take a deep breath and count to 10 and let it go. But still.....GRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR.
That's all.