Monday, 13 June 2011
04:15:32 AM (GMT)
Why am I so happy all of a sudden?
After spending a long time being constantly concerned about my little extra poundage,
it would make sense that I would still be concerned.
Which, I suppose I still am, but not as much.
I don't know, man.
And it would make sense that I would still be concerned about what people thought of
me, that I would feel stupid and awkward around those skinny-mini, khaki-wearing,
Coach-carrying girls whose families have money.
But, awesomely, I do not care.
I guess, I always claimed I was a strong individual and deep down was proud that I
wasn't anyone's look-alike, but now, I can safely say I actually believe it.
Sure, I'll have those days where I can't stand mirrors and I'll be a little down,
where I hate the shape of my unusual, non-perky eyelids and not-so-defined
cheekbones, but honestly, I have the urge to love.
Not as in kissy-kiss love, no, I'd say more along the parameters of
After all, the average human lives to be what, into their seventies or eighties and
possibly nineties. Sure, it's kind of a long time, but not nearly long enough to skip
out on bliss.
So, to conclude this basically pointless entry...
why am I so happy?