Belles, Stars and Boulevards

I think I've sort of sorted out most of my insecurity.

Let's talk about it anyway.

Its definitely gotten a lot better from before, I guess I'm not as unsure of myself as I was before. Well honestly now a lot of the public awkwardness still exists, though I like to play it up for some reason, (this house believes that the socially awkward do have their own appeal, if only in rom-coms, hopefully not) Still I have my weaknesses.

One very stupid thing I must confess to be insecure about is physical strength. As in, idk possibly it stems from that young age where boys are told they must be strong and all, not helped by the fact that I "got used" to being pretty strong in sec2, (ahh...those 100 push ups days) but the thing is I'm not anymore, and it freaks me out like crazy. It didn't help that I couldn't exercise my left hand for 2 months or so this year after I injured it, but I suppose its cause I wasn't exercising as much after I quit that dumb cca.

Long story short, if I see a muscular guy, I will edge away from him. If I see someone, especially a guy, half the time my mind is trying to judge whether I can beat him in a fight, whether I can outmuscle him.

Unhealthy, but better than before I guess....?

Labels: my weird opinion, myself

I think I've sort of sorted out most of my insecurity.

Let's talk about it anyway.

Unhealthy, but better than before I guess....?

Labels: my weird opinion, myself

Hi, I'm Ian.

Just another starstruck (see above for evidence*) wanderer trying to find his way in this horribly confusing and sometimes messed up world.

This space as you might have realised is for my own venting. It's where I talk, to myself. To the universe. It's where I don't lie. Much. Chances are you won't get more truth out of me than these few billion pages of angst.

My life isn't that bad. Sometimes. The good parts just usually end up being the blank dates in between the posts you see. So yes, just to practice my math and to cheer myself up a little, the number of posts is inversely proportional to my mental wellbeing. Yes that counts as math with me.

And despite the wry smile on my face and the grin I can imagine on yours, I'm still rather sombre.

I promise you I'm sunny somedays. Stick around. You never know what you may learn.

*hint may or may not be in big black font at the top of the page.

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