Due to my heart being worn on my sleeve I have yet again fallen head over heels for someone. It's great, we go on dates, cuddle, and I can be myself. But why is being yourself that hard? Who in fact are we trying to impress, if not ourselves? Why should we better ourselves for others but not for us? Why do we make promises to people but not to ourselves, and if we do, why is it suddenly not -that- important if we don't go to the Gym three times a week?
I enjoy this new boy of mine, I shall try to get a picture of him when I can, of us together. I won't go all into personal details, just that he helped me with a lot about myself, including letting the sun shine in through the blinds and actually getting out of the house. I also have another thought pondering question; is it better for you to be one of the guys or strictly girl when it comes to boyfriends and their friends? I honestly find it a compliment that Joe has invited me to play CoD with his friends. Hint: I didn't storm off when I was the one getting killed all the time. ( In fact, I was cursing like a mad woman and almost hitting people, is that worse?) and everyone laughed, everyone had a good time, and they didn't have to "pretend" to be bad just to make me feel good. I like that, and Joe complimented me by telling me how perfectly I fitted in.
But there goes that "fitting in" thing again. I find that even the most different of people fit in somewhere, even if you suck at a game, or excel better than anyone else. My point of the day? You're not alone on anything, considering of scientific and sentimental fact. There will always be something you're different at, something you're striving towards only for other people, and you'll always fit in SOMEWHERE. Even when it's nowhere.
-Because it is.
