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Also… I feel like I feel and see such positive relationships around me. I am telling you.. if you put that love out with out judgement, you will get that back. And there are some weary situations in which I couldn’t read. That is okay. I then did not read into them. Some people’s intentions are very hard to understand. Obviously I don’t connect to them on some level!
Oh! I don’t even know why I have a tumblr anymore. I think this has become a personal journey for me. I don’t type in journals like I do when I was younger. I can’t wait to go home this week and see people that I love. I love so many people. I really thought about this deeply. There are so many people who I love. There are people that I love that I will see when I go and there are people who I love on a deep level who I won’t. Who I choose to see are people that I love….. but the people who I don’t have time to see it is only a factor of time. In fact, a lot of people that I see is due to convenience on how our schedules flow together. Just like real life. Just like the friends I am making now! I value having one close friend, boy or girl that likes the same interests as me and loves exploring. So that is what I look for in a friend most of the time. That is what drags me close. All the other stuff like values, morals I just tend to accept or just think they are weirdos. Which is okay. Because hey. I am a weirdo too. And most of the time.. I do find someone similar. Seriously it took months to make friends who really, really connected with me.
When I am lying on my death bed I refuse to have one of my regrets being that of me wishing I hadn’t doubted myself so much and that I was more confident. I obviously accomplish most of the goals that I am set out to do.. so why is this lingering low self-worth hovering over me head? Fuck that shit. It’s too stressful. Phew. Life is too short. I do not know why I did not feel this sooner……. especially since I proved so much to myself in the last year. I adapted to a lot of change . I have dealt with a lot of stress, both good and bad. I just don’t have the energy to focus to negatively on self doubt and I FINALLY have the wisdom to realize that this self-doubt is bullshit. Duh! Good things come to some effort. And it’s hard for me NOT to put in effort. What’s the point if I don’t??
What is a BEST friend to you? What makes you best friends? Why? What is the connection you share?
I hate bitching… but I am so sick of the facebook aura, spiritual, charkara, energy flowing hippidy dippity we are conscious beings evolving bull shit. They had a god damn article on being an “empath”. Do you know what qualities you must have to be a frickin “empath”. Basically quality traits that every human being has. But for some reason we have to take what some could say traits of an introvert and turn it into some metaphysical hippie dippy bull shit and put a name to it. It really annoys me. And it really annoys me the people who preach about this stuff. YOU DON’T EVEN KNOW! And I understand science can back it up but I’d like to point out that science is observed by human beings.. and if it’s observed by a human being who thinks they are deeply evolved spirituality (whatever that means..) and are an “empath” themselves, yeah, they will find any bullshit evidence to back that up.
I love mountains. They are my favorite part of this earth. I want to live in a mountain town, on top of a mountain. I love painting mountains. I love drawing mountains. I freaking love mountains!!!!!!!!!!
mannequins are useful for car pool lanes!
You will meet those weirdo’s in life who are just happy to be happy. Don’t question it. Don’t analyze their intention. Just shut the fuck up and observe and listen to them. They teach you a lot. And if you are lucky…. you will listen. I am learning so much by listening and observing happiness that is around me. This is the only advice I give anybody in life right now. Letting others happiness rub off onto you.
"People called rock & roll ‘African music.’ They called it ‘voodoo music.’ They said that it would drive the kids insane. They said that it was just a flash in the pan - the same thing that they always used to say about hip-hop."