I’m a regular human who wants to do good and make the world a little brighter. I’m a regular human who donates to charity and would give their last dollar to someone in need. I just also happen to be non-religious.
And now, here I am at thirty, and all of a sudden I’m all “COMICS! Must have comics!” I’ve got two of those comic storage boxes. They both are about half full. One of them is almost nothing but Ninja Turtles (what got me started into comics just a few months ago).
Thank you to all the people who have done me wrong, because without you I would never have learned over half of the life lessons that I have learned, and I would still have the mentality of an 18 year old girl who thinks that life and love is supposed to be like a Harlequin romance novel.
I don’t believe in hiding the sordid details of your past from someone, either. Everyone I’ve been in a relationship with has had my sexual history thrown at them from the start. The way I see it, if you can’t be honest with someone you think you want to have a relationship with, then either you’re not an honest person or that relationship just isn’t worth it.
Sometimes we can’t see the forest for the trees. We keep looking for something we already have, and we overlook the important things. Take a step back and look at your life, sometimes. You’ll be surprised at how many things you thought you needed, or wanted, that you already have.
I always tend to jump to the worst case scenario. I can never find a happy medium or not worry about stuff. I automatically construct at least 5 worst case scenarios, each one ending in someone hating me or ignoring me. Every time. It’s like I’m preprogrammed to think that the social apocalypse will begin with me or something.