The brain is a wonderful and scary thing. It's the center of all that is you as far as your corporeal self goes. My world consists of anxiety, depression, love, and peace. Not all at once usually, but the capacity is there. I believe it's there for everyone. Blogging isn't really my style. I like to paint or draw my moods, thoughts, and desires. Stay tuned or don't. No pressure.
A couple of years ago, I was taught a valuable lesson about trust, loyalty, and setting expectations for myself and others. I had convinced myself I would never be satisfied by anyone again, and that mindset really dulled the desire to connect with some pretty great people. Luckily, most have been understanding (another green flag that made them great) and I've been able to keep friendly with them. Luckily. Undeservedly.
The potential awesomeness of people is an aspect I can't ignore when I interact with anyone. It's kept me hopeful in relationships despite the self-deprivation of not feeling fully committed. I guess I believe people are inherently good. It may just be my environment. It could be the way I am with people backed by years of observation and relentless embarrassment. There is no reason for me to be impolite (though I have been), no reason to be angry (though I have a scarily flowing pettiness vein), and absolutely no reason to not love the humans of my life (though I have broken relationships with some).
Living and learning on this plane of existence is a pain in the ass, but I'll be damned if it's not exciting.
So, yes, I will be your friend any day.
Just hit me up.