I'm back in Philadelphia, trying to throw away things in order to make it easier to move. It's hard, because I'm very sentimental about junk. I see notes from classes I took in college, and I get nostalgic. For the most part, I have a sense of pride because I realized I learned a lot.
I should have probably picked my friends back then better, though. The way I operated back then, I assumed if something didn't make sense to me, there was something I was missing. I lacked the confidence in myself to have any sort of discernment about things. It was a lot of people who perhaps diagnosed problems correctly, but had crap solutions. Not that anybody probably really has a solution, but acting whiny and like everything needs to burn down isn't a solution, either.
In short, I've moderated my political views since college, and while the me back then might have looked it as a tragedy, I think it's kind of a good thing. In my optimistic moods, I think people will figure things out at some point.
Forget the dead you've left; they will not follow you.
The vagabond who is rapping at your door, is standing in the clothes you once wore.
So I finally watched Inside Out the other day and wow... Was SO not expecting to feel so many feels. I guess it's no surprise as it follows the journey of varied emotions and the roles they play. But for real though, when Riley's emotion headquarters main control desk started turning gray, dude, I nearly shed a tear. That girl was experiencing Depression. I feel ya girl, I feel ya.
"So dom in an Fi user is like giving a shotgun to a guy with no arms" ~sadly, this is true
-Brain in a Jar
"The future belongs to those who believe in the beauty of their dreams".
"I or E: NF or ENTP, you'll always be ARET to me. Ambiverting, Rational thinking, Emoting, and Trailblazing since the 90's"
We had a nice salad, oven baked chicken, steamed spinach in garlic and olive oil, and olives with feta cheese. Totally Mediterranean and totally delicious.
We had coffee afterwards. My MIL hugged me for the nice dinner.
No remorse 'cause I still remember
The smile when you tore me apart