How do you love youself? How can you count the ways?
On an everyday basis, I constantly think about other people. What do you they think? How are they feeling about this option? What makes them smile, tick, light up? How often have you asked, How are you feeling (insert name)? I hear it from others, those that care the most about me. I hear it from strangers, those who have that compassion. The world can run on that you know. I don’t nearly ask myself this question enough. Well I’m feeling fine. I’ll scream out obscentities, but you know I’m just feeling fine. I would cry out to the world, but I’m fine. It’s such a bland and uninteresting way to describe your current state. Sometimes it’s just a filler response because the need to answer with more detail becomes pointless because who cares. But no, I don’t need to answer in more detail because I’m fine.
I’ve learned though. Since I’m introspective and all. That it is just filler. Everyone feels something. Everyone holds anger, everyone holds excitement. They’re never just fine. They’re never one of the two extremes. We’re so damn multi-faceted that we can never be just fine.
I’m clearly an exception because I’m just fine .
But no, I cannot end it on just that.
I love my friends. I love my current almost-full-time job. I care about the patients that I see everyday, and I will do my best to make sure that I’m DOING THE BEST I CAN to help them. I wish communication was better. I’m tough though, I like being tough. I love that I’ll be moving to NY and pursing a career that I’m highly passionate about. I’m glad I found my passion. passions. I hate the parking at UMD. I have never really lost anything that I shouldn’t have. But sometimes I do feel like I’m losing. Memories trump other memories, but the others’ are never forgotten, just added on to the large existing pile. I am intelligent. I love my family, it’s been more often than ever, and I’m thankful for that. My biggest worry is the padding within my shoe. My finely tune button has come to its finest in takes. I’d take a picture.
But I’m fine. I’d like to know how you’re doing though. How’s life? How’s your world? How are you feeling? Can you lend me a picture? I gave you mine.
