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Perfection: A Wall of Text

I am insecure I am clingy I grew up ridiculed I grew up having a pretty bad self perception I grew up without any real friends I get irritated by most people I know I worry too much I care too little I'm doing it all for the wrong reason I hate others too easily I am suspicious of those who love me I'm inapprropriate I'm rude I'm an elitist I'm proud in the bad way I am too trusting too fast I don't deserve the respect and love people give me I push those who come close to me I'm afraid I'll disappoint people's expectation I sometimes hate the way I look I want to be left alone I want to be adored too much I am an attention whore I'm a mean bitch I'm hateful I'm hated I'm fake I know nothing but will never admit it I judge people too quickly I am insulting to people I care about

To me, I, sometimes, am the worst person on Earth

I have the world's greatest mom. My dad is proud of me. My sisters love me. My brother and I are having an almost incestuous bromance. I have friends who take the day off from work just to spend the whole day with me without anything specific in mind. I have friends who can sit with me and crap for literally 6-hours straight and still feel that we've not spent enough time together that day. I have more bromances than enough for two men. I have friends that I know I can talk to about anything and everything. I have internet people, who I've never met or even talk to verbally, who adore me, flaws and all. I am appreciated by too many people. I've felt romantic love and infatuation once each. I have people who are comfortable enough with me to tell me things about themselves and what they do, things that society would frown upon.

My life is perfect. Envy me.

Life Lessons: Lesson #1

It's annoying to hear a 24-year old talking about life as if he knows everything there is to know about it.

In truth, he's still learning about life. All of us are. Even your 93-year-old grandfather, who went through two world wars and that robotic invasion from the future is still learning about life even as his mind turns to mush.

That person, who claims to know a lot about life, however is usually and ironically one of those who knows less compared to others.

So, if by the cosmic scale we all hold more or less the same quantity of the mysteriae vitae, why not start sharing whenever you can, be you a 93-year-old war veteran, a 24-year-old struggling not to care about people's thoughts and expectation or a 6-year-old, who for the first time in his life went potty all by himself?

I try to always remind myself that even touched fools know something I do not. I do this especially when I'm dealing with mentally-not-challenged retards. Why not learn from them?

So, Lesson Numero Uno: When you're in a good mood, maximize it.



one happy geek. by ~poop-art on deviantART

It might seem pretty obvious but hear me out. When sorrow comes a-knockin', we feed it. Consciously or otherwise, we feed it by brooding over it. We try to distract ourselves but more often than not, we suck at it.

It's pretty hard to stop doing that, I know. If that's the case, why not spend as much focus when euphoria's home?

Even if your singing annoys your siblings; even if your dancing draws scowls and jeers; even if your ear-to-ear grin earns criticism - do whatever keeps you in the mood.

This is vital. You never know when your next high is coming. It might be hours, it might be days, it might be years in some cases.

So, why not enjoy it while it lasts?