Is there ever a point where people are settled into and sure of their identity? I’d really like to skip to that point, but I feel it doesn’t exist.
Dwelling on the self is really leaving oneself vulnerable to mockery. I feel like I should wear a bowling shirt to match my wallpaper and frown to the camera while I’m at it. But being sarcastic about it doesn’t successfully push those inquiries fully away.
Maybe it’s because I’m watching my boyfriend play video games, but maybe thinking about my current state of mind is like temporarily pausing the game that is life and checking that you’re on the right path on the map.
What the hell is on the map, anyway?
Good friends, meaningful connections, and constant evolution.
I guess I shouldn’t worry too much.
