I spent some of today visiting my old online journals. Yes, I have more than one. Moving on, I found a few posts that made me laugh, some that made me cringe and some that just made me ask, "what the hell?"
There were also a hell of a lot of posts talking about, wishing for, obsessing over toys. Quite a number of posts talking about, wishing for and obsessing over boys as well. I'm nothing if not predictable and consistent.
For the longest time though, I really wasn't too keen on posting pictures of myself. I have really horrible self-esteem issues and back then, I'd rather eat glass than post pictures. I think I'm improving though... not all the way great but acceptable. Hey, at least now I post "some" pictures. Some of them even straight from my phone without the benefit of good 'ol Photoshop. Quite a feat, really.
I also regularly posted stories and poetry and essays. Now, not so much. I've become more selfish with my stuff I guess.
And now... on to the pictures.
Whenever life gets way too complicated... I inevitably turn to my toys for comfort. And they always, always get the job done.Shawnimals are a girl's best friend.
This week has been pretty confusing for me. I have a lot of conflicting emotions that are on the verge of overwhelming me. Scary shit, really. I'm trying not to let everything get to me and I think I'm doing a decent job, so far.
You know how you like certain things that aren't necessarily the norm so you keep it to yourself and hope that nobody finds out because, first - nobody wants to be looked at funny and second, nobody wants to be looked at funny. So yeah, anyway... I've been keeping a lot of stuff to myself for the longest time and only recently shared stuff with somebody really special to me. I have to say, I am pleasantly surprised that nobody looked at me funny plus I've also been comforted by the knowledge that I'm not the only one who feels the way I feel about certain things.
I know how people think that I only seem to write sad stories and never happy ones but nothing could be farther from the truth. I have a ton of happy stories. I just tend to keep them to myself. Eventually I'll feel less selfish about them and post a few but right now, you're just going to have to content yourself with my sad stories.
Sigh. There's so much I want to share...
I rarely repost from other blogs but this one blog that I follow has such inspiring and delightful posts... so here it is...When I fall in love and find my eternal companion, I want to have as much love, as much happiness and as much laughter as those two.
I just noticed that my blog needed more uplifting stuff... so here...
