While I have not given up on (romantic) love, the thought of not marrying doesn't really bother me. I think it's bullshit that many people feel sorry for people who don't end up with anyone, but what if it's their choice? What if they're happier single? How does perpetual singlehood make them pathetic or pitiful?
There's nothing wrong with such people, but I think there is something wrong with those who think negatively of them. IDK. We're so comfortable with certain ideas we mistake them for truths. Like how we think negatively of a woman having a relationship with a younger man, or how we feel sorry that our neighbor's 11 year old is gay, or how we laugh at the fat girl wearing short shorts and exposing the cellulite on her thighs.
I'm sick of such narrowmindedness. I'm trying to stop talking shit about other people, which is a real struggle. I'm so used to doing it that not doing it is turning out to be a huge chore. But whatever, I don't want to be narrowminded or unkind. Not anymore. There's enough hate and bullshit in the world as it is. Don't want to add to it.
I just realized I haven't written anything in a while. Work has been crazy. That, and I've been busy with my tablet, which my dad sorta got me for my 25th birthday (I asked for it and paid for 1/3 of it). I've also been busy brainstorming for a grand idea I recently came up with, and figuring out how to turn my tablet into an effective digital sketchbook. I have the apps and the tools. I even went as far as buying an expensive stylus for this purpose. Alas, I still can't doodle on my Tab as neatly as I could on an iPad (I have a Samsung).
I won't give up.
I'm in love with life. The thought of wanting to die/disappear sometimes still makes an appearance in my head, but lately it's been keeping away, so it's all good.
