I do a lot of reflecting. Perhaps too much reflecting. But it’s who I am, I’ve come to terms with it and let it be a part of me. I’ve gotten a little lighter on myself each and every time I reflect but sometimes when things I’ve never dealt with before hit, I just let it run rampant in my head… And today that particular thing is nostalgia… I’m feeling nostalgic for the old me. Wait, am I old enough to feel this way? I think the too much reflecting has its side-effects (you think? *rolls eyes*) And as I slow down and try to decipher what it is exactly I’m missing, I realize that the old me had a lot more fun than the new me. The old me made a lot of mistakes (hell so is the now-me) but the old me didn’t place so much pressure on herself to maintain a certain perception, to create an unrealistic permanent self to others, to try so hard to become someone she isn’t exactly sure she wants to be. No, this all new. Sometimes the old me comes back and it’s with particular people. I hold these people dearly to my heart because I know that with them I don’t feel any of the crap I feel with others. They are simple people, and their simplistic outlook on life rubs off on me.

It’s nice to figure out why you’re frustrated about something isn’t it? Gives you so much relief that you don’t feel the need to solve the issue you’re frustrated about. But my only wish is to take lessons from the old me.