🐁🐁🐁🐁🐁🐁🐁🐁🐁🐁🐁🐁• Whatever you feel inclined to say to me, do so here.
I know I don’t practice what I preach all the time but talking down about yourself and depending on others to boost your self-image doesn’t work. That’s why it’s called a SELF IMAGE.
Also, the better you think about yourself the better you can probably take a compliment. If someone goes out of their way to tell you that you look nice or something, don’t crush their efforts by saying no I don’t or omg you’re lying …. Unless your friends are liars. And in that case - eradicate them.
I’m just thinking a lot about how I can make myself feel better every day. Ever since I can remember I’ve been looking at myself in a negative way and saying mean things to myself. Maybe because I used to (wrongly) convince myself that happiness and contentment were myths. Unobtainable. That people just faked it.
I still think people fake it. And the internet makes it easier for people to become more depressed when they see how “happy” other people are in their billions of photos of themselves in their photo-ready pose. No one is ever as happy as they seem on the internet. Fake it til you make it, right? Wrong. Totally wrong and totally desperate and totally what’s going on in society today. Think about it, what does the photographer say before snapping a shot? SMILE…. “Look happy”.
Anyways, I’m not an expert. I’m just thinking hard because I woke up out of what appeared to be another few weeks on autopilot. How can I tell? I washed dishes, went grocery shopping, put sheets on my bed that have been sitting in the bag since their purchase (two or so weeks ago I fell asleep studying and woke up with RED SHARPIE ALL OVER ME) vacuumed, organized my jewelry and closet, rearranged my clothing and belongings, paid 2 bills, woke up at 545 and went for a swim before work. The fast tempo has returned to empower me. Why can’t it stay 24/7? Maybe that’s the marvel of it.
Sometimes I feel as pointless as 🍠
Classical by Gucci came on my pandora and now my mom is walking around signing the chorus….
Today my entire perception of reality and belief system disintegrated.
I filled up my gas tank while my car was STIll running and IT DID NOT FUCKING EXPLODE. I don’t know what’s real anymore.
This is my super power
This is my super power