Secrets
I hijacked this from Mike. It seemed like a good idea at the time. Besides, how many people really, truly know the dark, dark places in our hearts, hmmm?
However, if you message me with one of your secrets, I'll put it in a little folder with your name on it and use it for potential blackmail. I will respond accordingly.
...Just kidding, or am I!
For all my martial arts training, I am extraordinarily afraid to use it. I used it once, seven years ago and it was so very easy to hurt someone and keep hurting them. I'm afraid that if I started hurting someone, I would keep doing it. The temptation is there and it always lurks, it scares the shit out of me.
A friend of mind died before I could apologize for things that happened between us. I've been beating myself up about it ever since. That's almost a decade of apologizing to him about it.
For all my ranting and raving about the silliness of believing in god, I admire people who draw their strength from religion. I might think that the concept is stupid, but I admire the sheer force of will to maintain their beliefs in the face of people like me.
Bad things happened to me when I was a child, very bad things. I don't like talking about it and I don't think I've ever come to grips with it as a person.
I don't really think all the highly of my own physicality (my looks that is), so it really irks me when people (or society) hate on one another (or themselves) for the way they look. Everyone is beautiful to someone else, and I truly believe it.
I wonder if I'll ever be happy in my own skin.
However, if you message me with one of your secrets, I'll put it in a little folder with your name on it and use it for potential blackmail. I will respond accordingly.
...Just kidding, or am I!
For all my martial arts training, I am extraordinarily afraid to use it. I used it once, seven years ago and it was so very easy to hurt someone and keep hurting them. I'm afraid that if I started hurting someone, I would keep doing it. The temptation is there and it always lurks, it scares the shit out of me.
A friend of mind died before I could apologize for things that happened between us. I've been beating myself up about it ever since. That's almost a decade of apologizing to him about it.
For all my ranting and raving about the silliness of believing in god, I admire people who draw their strength from religion. I might think that the concept is stupid, but I admire the sheer force of will to maintain their beliefs in the face of people like me.
Bad things happened to me when I was a child, very bad things. I don't like talking about it and I don't think I've ever come to grips with it as a person.
I don't really think all the highly of my own physicality (my looks that is), so it really irks me when people (or society) hate on one another (or themselves) for the way they look. Everyone is beautiful to someone else, and I truly believe it.
I wonder if I'll ever be happy in my own skin.