I went to help my mum today, she works at my old primary school with their computers.
After I'd done everything I just sort of wandered around and looked at how it has changed and all the parts that are the same. I started feeling really nostalgic. And in a way, depressed, but not typical depression, just really sad at how much I have changed and how short the time seems and how far I have diverged from where I was going when I was young.
I sat in this concrete cylinder that has been in the playground forever and I just thought about all these memories that had been coming back to me throughout the day and also as I lay there.
.... I've put this ego over myself through the years that is obstructing me from doing what I want to be doing. I guess it is necessary to change a little....
I was... am.... a very shy person and I don't really want to hurt anyone or annoy anyone.
But I realised that it is impossible to be happy in life if you let people trample on you and assume they are good people. I realised fairly young that everybody is not nice, for whatever reasons made them not nice I'm not sure about, but that is probably always going to be a part of life. So I slowly learned over the years to protect myself, especially from the bullies at school. I didn't fight, but I beat them mentally because I could see right through them.
I took this too far, I think, and I have become mean to even the people who may care about me, and even the people who are nice.
I am going to drop my fake persona now. It may take a while, and I will probably need to use it and improve on it for some circumstances, but I really need to return to how my genes and environmental collision set me out to be in the early years of my life.
I'm just grateful I never lost my sense of wonder about the world, even though I ventured in to a different area these last few years. Others cannot say they are so lucky.
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