How the fuck do I become one of those? The girls at my current job are such micro-managing control freaks it's not like I'll ever get to touch their social media sites. Seriously, if I wanted to be micro-managed this much I'd just stay home and hang out with my family.
I figured out exactly what pot feels like to me; it's sort of like wearing a fuzzy blanket while holding a laser pointer. You get to peek out from under the blanket and focus on one thing at a time, the thing that seems most important. My boyfriend says I'm much more logical when I'm high, since I operate on a zero-mental break down mode the rest of the time. There are these moments where I feel I'm getting insecure and then I realize that I would look much stupider admitting I do and would it would be more beneficial to shrug it off. Is that almost like confidence?
So anyway, laser point thoughts; I feel like I've been riding on a bike with training wheels my whole life. I'm biking alone, but there's no real danger yet, just the danger of comfort. Now if only I could learn how to get those fucking wheels off and ride off into my fat bank account sunset, that would be just swell.
Open to suggestions.
-Grace #Adulting
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