It just so happens this is the perfect little spot to write my thoughts. Probably more so because other people (if they are bored enough) will read what I am typing so haphazardly.

You see, our minds are ever so complicated. Simply put, I think a lot and if that wasn't the understatement of the year, then let me put it this way- air is a color. I know, that makes no sense. Now that you've had a crash course with what I'm about to write, buckle up and take a big slurp from that hypothetical slushy in your right hand. (No one cares if you're left handed.)

At times I feel as though I've got everything about who I am figured out. This is the part when the people two or more decades ahead of me roll their eyes and think "christ he's so naive, just wait kid, just wait until you're my age!" Well that's the thing Dr. Phil, I am twenty four and I wasn't complaining. Figuring out new things about myself, is beautiful.

You will find new things about yourself that you never imagined all the time in life. When people my age decide to "find themselves" they typically find a shape on the board be it a star, square or circle and they fit into that shape. Me, I could car less about fitting into anything. I am, myself. (Wow no kidding.) I've stood on the edge of this circus we call life and I have been watching and it is quite amusing. I was, for a time, in the midst of a trapeze act (you know it as a relationship) for a good time. It ruined me, made me into someone I wasn't and it scared me. For a long time I wore two masks, one when they were not looking, the other when they were. If they knew who I was, really knew, they would leave me. (Press the fast-forward button goodness!) It was a destructive act, I let go and fell from that world with a smile on my face; hitting the ground with a splat of happiness. I was free to be myself, I smiled so much I swore my cheeks would implode. Ever since then, I have been worried about being in another relationship, you know, because the last one was like riding a platform of nails down the chalkboard highway.. [weak analogy]. Until suddenly it occurred to me. Who cares? If another relationship sprouts out of the ground and fails, who cares. I'm living life, constantly learning and it's thrilling. I am myself - no fears of hiding any aspect of that from anyone and it's liberating.

If you ever have trouble breathing in, send me a message (I'll read it, promise: that's why I have an inbox) or write a blog about it. It is fun just typing, writing, talking out the clutter in the mind.