On loving life
I’m sure I’ve had this “realization” before and will likely have it again, but it literally just hit and I wanted to get it off my brain so that it doesn’t disappear. People mock me constantly for my “obsessions” in life. Be it Pink or ukuleles or Tara Whitney, they call me obsessed (with a mockingly negative connotation) and try to avoid talking about it. Now, on the one hand, perhaps I do need to grow more in the area of understanding and respecting people’s limits on subjects that do not interest them. However, on the other hand, I refuse to not express my love for or excitement about those things in life that make me feel more whole. Work now, more later…
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