We don't have all the answers. . . as we get older, our bodies need repair.
We hould totally make out right now
"You look how you look," "Be comfortable. What are you going to do? Be hungry every single day to make other people happy? That's just dumb. "
I’m a big believer in accepting yourself the way you are and not really worrying about it.
In a short amount of time, I've lived so much, had so many experiences and met so many different types of people and even lived in so many countries. If I had been in school, I'd be learning about the world from books.
I was a weirdo. I wasn't picked on or anything. And I wasn't smarter than the other kids; that's not why I didn't fit in. I've always had this weird anxiety. I hated recess. I didn't like field trips. Parties really stressed me out. And I had a very different sense of humour.
I learned that you can't have any expectations with life. You never know what's going to happen.
We can control our borders, we just choose not too.
Like lots of baby boomers, I was brought up on archaic anthropomorphism. Upstanding Christian dogs. Rabbits with family values. Because the ancient texts and pictures were sacred - Potter, Milne and the rest. Even concerned parents who knew Freud and Jung never saw the contradictions in feeding us on them.
We are all trying to get the exact style of ouuselves.
I never drink. . . wine.