I was telling my shrink the other day how the person I hate in life is the person I was ten years ago. If you believe that way of thinking then you can speculate that I am really dealing with learning how to stop hating myself. I also find it interesting to note that I have become the person I used to laugh at and make fun of.
I’m fifty-five years old. I’m figuring out what truly matters in life. I used to think it was $180 jeans and $80 t-shirts. Now I get excited when I can find Greek yogurt on sale for eighty-eight cents. Make fun of me but if I buy ten of them I’ll pocket a buck twenty and you can put that towards your White Claw your spending five bucks on at some shitty bar with a bunch of plastic people that think they’ll make money some day by being an Instagram model. I cut my own hair. I like sweat pants and t-shirts. I don’t really shave but I do run some clippers over my face every few days. I don’t like silence and have developed a sort of verbal tic where I grunt for seemingly no apparent reason. Trust me. People notice. Based on their reaction I will assume it is of great concern to them. I enjoy it because it creates distance. I’m not a big fan of people being in my personal space. If you made it this far in my post you either find it fascinating or perhaps you may be considering a restraining order. Both are logical.
So laugh all ya want. Just know that one day you’ll understand. I just hope you can figure out your journey and purpose faster then me.
You’re doing great, sometimes when I’m shopping I hum a little tune, I think it’s just the feeling of being very alone at that time, but wishing I had someone to chat with!
Merry Christmas 🎅🏼🤶🏻
As long as we are happy and helping out each other I think we will be fine. Thanks for reading and Merry Christmas!
Ty you brighten my day
Your comment made my day so understand we are all in this together my friend. 🙂