On a bright note, I've been getting messages from old schoolmates on Facebook. I'm honestly surprised at how many people I have reading my blog and that are thanking me for sharing my journey with them. With all the reflection and introspection I've been doing lately I've come to realize that all my life I've pushed a lot of people away so I could avoid getting hurt. In some ways, that's a safer way to deal with it, but I refuse to live out the rest of my life as a hermit. Caves are too damn drafty. Although I guess my Condo would qualify as a man cave. But I've decided to reach out and make new friends and try to connect with old ones. What I've realized from these people reaching out to me is that I had friends and never realized it in high school and all I had to do was reach out to them. But when you get right down to it, I was too scared to reach out in fear of getting hurt, laughed at, or rejected. Seems silly now, but that fear was very real to me back then. But now, 25 years later, I can say simply, "You can laugh at me, you can reject me, but the only way you can hurt me is if I let you. And I'm not going to let you hurt me."
And if anyone thinks they can break me, that's when Feral will correct them. End of story.
Tschuss!
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