There are times I curse my age. Granted, 37 is still a pup to some, but it’s no 32, I’ll tell you that right now. My knees make a Corn-Flakes-being-crunched sound when I go up stairs, my smile lines are slowly creeping down towards my chin, and my boobs… Well, don’t even get me started on what’s happening to my boobs. But one awesome thing I will say about my age is that I’m slowly but surely learning to accept who I am; Complete with my imperfections, including too much swearing, too much Saturday night drinking, falling asleep on my couch at 8pm like a retiree, my occasional insecurities, my emotions, which can get the better of me sometimes, and my all-around dorkiness. For years I tried to change who I am to be who I thought people wanted me to be, and apologized when it turned out I wasn’t. But, I think I’m done with that. As difficult as it is, I’m becoming willing to walk away from people who don’t treat me well, whereas in the past I would’ve kissed their ass to try to change their behavior towards me. But finally… Breakthough! I like me. It took me a long time to say that, but I truly, finally do. So instead of focusing on making dickish people love me, I think it’s time for me to focus on the far smarter people who already do. And that includes myself. If it were possible for me to lick my own face right now, I totally would. I’m gonna go try anyway. Maybe my inner Gene Simmons will come out. That’d be a little badass, not gonna lie.
This Is Me, And I Am Here