My attempt to come to terms with the ridiculousness of my life..

Wednesday, August 8, 2012


Via Pinterest(I'm not sure where turns out I didn't pin it I just save it to my Computer)

It was pointed out to me today that I'm not much of a risk taker. And while this shouldn't have come as a shock to me it did. Because I kind of thought I take a fair amount of risk. I mean I live in the ghetto pretty much. And I once moved to a new city all alone. That was risky. And I walk home at night by myself a fair amount(usually I run, but that is cause I am cray cray). On occasion I have stayed alone in a house. I go on rollercoasters.

But since I moved back to my University town to pursue my 2nd degree, I take basically no risks on a day to day basis. I'm a coward. I almost never speak up if its something that could potentially cause me to get hurt. I can't remember the last time I really made myself vulnerable to another person, that I didn't implicitly already trust, like my family. 

The sad part is I'm pretty sure I've always been this way, with a few exceptions. And that is a pretty sad thing. Even publishing this is the ballsiest thing I will have done in awhile. 

Coward. That sucks. Maybe its time to change.Because I'm sure I've read on pinterest or such that its worse to regret stuff you were too afraid of then to get hurt? Damn pinterest. Put that mirror away.