A word about...

...self image. When I was in my mid-to-late 20's I was a pretty cocky little SOB. I was educated, could mingle with the best of them, and had to because the woman I was in love with loved me and her family was "important"; so I thought. It doesn't take long for a self image to disintegrate. And in my case, you do not recover. I thought I was a pretty smart cookie. Over the past 25 years I've learned that we can't define ourselves by others expectations. but we do it time and time again. And I am still guilty of it. But if we remain confident in ourselves, then that shouldn't be the case. You have to break out of that pattern where you try to live up to what others expect, and do what makes sense to your expectations. And fuck the rest of it. You go to your death bed with your own damned ass. Nobody else is gonna be in there with ya, nor wants to be. So kiss my ass to all those that want me to be something I can't. Just my take on it.