Confession #8: I’m proud of myself…I felt my heart beat to the rhythm of falling rain

Confession #8: I’m proud of myself…I felt my heart beat to the rhythm of falling rain …okay, it’s actually not that dramatic. And I can’t take full credit for the wonderful imagery. This comes by way of Mr. Rusty Zinn (see the related yet unrelated below (way below) for some awesomeness. Do it. Then come [...]

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Confession #6: I’m quiet and unassuming…and no longer give an eff what you think about that (in the most respectful way possible)

Confession #6: I’m quiet and unassuming…and no longer give an eff what you think about that I used to apologize for being “quiet” or “boring” or not always wanting to go out. While this apology may slip out now and then in form of a knee-jerk reaction, I don’t do it much anymore. Mostly, I [...]

Confession #5: I’m actually not scared of commitment…it’s true. really.

Confession #5: I’m actually not scared of commitment…it's true. really. Contrary to popular belief (mostly supported by me), I’m actually not scared of commitment. It’s actually abandonment that scares me shitless. Yup, true story. I can go into the whole insecure attachment-childhood-experiences-teenage-years-and-heartbreak excuses behind it all…but I won’t. it takes too much energy. And, at [...]

Confession #4: I think I have alcoholic tendencies…or maybe just good coping skills

Confession #4: I think I have alcoholic tendencies…or maybe just good coping skills So yeah, I haven’t quite decided which it is yet. ((and I’m open to the possibility of lots-o judging on this one. I think I’ve come to accept this given how much I’ve been putting myself out there, out here, as of [...]

Confession #3:– I don’t (think I) believe in “the one”

Confession #3:– I find it difficult to believe in “the one” Here’s my problem: first, to preface this, I just want to say that I know a lot of judgment might come from this. And I’m okay with that. Given the topic and the readers, both known and unknown, I think it’s natural to assume. [...]

Confession #2: boys make me fat

Confession #2: boys make me fat It’s true. Partially. Okay, not really. There's a lot of personal responsibility I'm leaving out. Let me elaborate. I’ve written before about how the good part of the vicious cycle is being completely comfortable with another and engaging in enjoyable activities such as food and drinking alcoholic beverages (mostly [...]