It’s my Independencccceeee Dayyyyy

Moments of clarity — even those that you probably should have come to long ago — are so refreshing.

It’s been right about 2 years since I hit arguably the lowest I have ever been in my (admittedly young) life. Note: I’m the opposite of self-pitying, and I always, always think you should put your suffering into perspective – and thus stop thinking your shit’s so bad – especially with the kind of privileged life I’ve had for the past 21 years.

BUT, 2 years ago I told myself I was going to learn how to be independent. I was going to learn how to WANT to do things alone. Learn how to eat alone and feel good about it. Learn not to depend on other people to hold me up. Learn how to be okay by myself, before I could be okay with anyone else. And goddammit, I did it. Yeah, it’s left me with some issues I’m still working out, but hey, I’m one of the most independent people I know, and I think (maybe) that it shows.

I guess this is leading to a big philosophical thought (bam!):

You’re no good to anyone if you don’t know how to be good to yourself (I know, I could be writing an inspirational novel right now, gross).

I genuinely, completely believe that you have to learn how to be independent. And, having done that myself, it’s so f-ing fulfilling. Yeah, you need other people, but spending a day every now and then by myself is one of the most refreshing things I’ve found yet in life.

But, then again, I haven’t even hit the real world yet. So give me 5 years, perhaps.

And now I’ll stop saying ‘I.’  Self-absorption killed the cat, yo.