It is kind of amazing the way people hold onto these ideas that if they haven’t had first person experience with things, it either doesn’t exist, or anything to do with it has been greatly exaggerated.
Anxiety brain is often times weird.
Yesterday was the first time I had been out in public during the hours people go out.
As I’ve said before, my daughter and I have been on rather terse terms since shortly after lockdown.
Why are people so bad at communicating? I ask this question at nearly every place I have worked.
My father was not the best of people. I do question if he was as bad as my narcissistic mother made him to be to garner my devotion to her, but I do know there are things about him that weren’t at all okay in society. However, he did, somehow, manage to instill certain beliefs, traits and ideologies I have followed even to this day.
Life is often filled with little signs that try to promt you into action. If you don’t respond to them, they tend to disappear or. ecome a part of the landscape. Then a bigger sign will come by, and another, then a larger one, then maybe a neon one, till eventually, you hit the “DEAD END” sign and all options feel off the table. You’re left scrambling around trying to find anything that looks like a path.
It’s been forever and a day since I last wrote here. Hard to believe a month has passed by already!
Over the course of the last week, my mind had been heavy with the concept of sexuality and my own. I have often wondered why I am the way I am and why I am not like most when it comes to relationships.
This post has been long in the making. I have thought about it a lot since I started this blog. Who am I? What are my core beliefs? If I had to summarize who I think I am and what represents me, what would I say? It’s easy, but tough, because we are complex beings, for the most part. We aren’t black or white, but a myriad of colors that reach across a spectrum.