One of the things I want most in the world is for people to know me before I meet them. Because of this, I constantly seek out roundabout ways to do this. I try to fit myself into categories, which, morally I don't even agree with doing such an act. I've realized that when I told all of my friends that I was an INFP, I secretly wanted them to look into it just because that was me telling them who I was. I understand from a thinking standpoint how that was unlikely and wrong of me, but I still feel it. I hate explaining myself, I hate making excuses for why I can't do things a certain way etc. I was giving out a play book. I was doing what I could to help others understand me.
I was being childish.
I'm getting back into art. It's almost five am and I haven't slept yet. I stayed up until two thirty working on a piece I started last summer. When I pulled it off of the bookshelf it's been collecting dust on for the better part of a year, my mom piped in that from her perspective I haven't been doing really any art as of late. I really want to finish this. I'm trying to set my mind into the framework that I will. I'll post pictures of it on a couple of days if I can actually get it on it's feet.
Finally, I saw Much Ado About Nothing last night and I cannot commend it high enough. It made me feel the happiest I have in months, and I've been pretty good as of late. When I left the theatre, I felt like I was walking on air. I want everyone to feel that level of elation and joy everyday, just once. I just want everybody to feel good.
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