The one thing that’s been on my mind since my last post for the safe asphyxiation series has been the paragraph about one of the statements from my dreaded list.
“I wish people would see me as…
My first thoughts: “What do I care? I don’t wish people would see me as anything. Maybe I can just skip to the next one because I really don’t care.” Then I thought, “No, there must be a reason. Let me be open to this list I’ve subjected myself to.” I asked myself, “Why do I not care?” Then the statement became easy. On a side note, I told you it’s easier for me to pick out my dislikes first! Paragraph #4, see do I know me or what? Man, but negative thought before positive choice is messed up. I’ve got to change that.” Continue reading
I’m not sure what I want to call these posts. It seems like they should have a name. You know we humans love to label things. I think I found myself at this point (the point yet to be named) when I came across the email from 2007 from my daddy. You know the one about 
