Hey happy dog year everybody, I don’t know about you but I’m glad the rooster year is finally over.
I enjoy reading my Chinese horoscope, and it looks like my career is going to get pretty lit this year (yay!) but everything else is kinda meh (especially health… literally sounds like I’m going to break all my bones and lose gallons of blood this year – how lovely).
But hey, let’s focus on career life here for a moment.
It’s been a long time since I’ve had to deal with rumors and misunderstandings and “she said he said you said this” bullshit. We’re not in high school anymore, we’re not even in university. At the very least, don’t run into tunnel vision after hearing one fifth of a perspective.
Don’t come up to me and threaten me and tell me you heard from someone telling someone that I said x and y.
I was scrolling through my feed the other day and came upon this post:
No other person on this planet was made for you, they were made for themselves.
Love is all about choices. No one is going to be perfect for you and I think we need to stop raising everyone on the belief that someone out there was “made for you” because it isn’t true. No one is made for you besides you. Other people belong to themselves. If you want to make it work with someone, it’s about hard work, understanding, compassion, communication, and choice.
So I read The Subtle Art of Not Giving a Fuck by Mark Manson and it has enlightened me. I have transcended to a new level of wisdom where I only give a few important fucks.
The first moment while reading where I was like “holy shit” was when Manson talks about the “Feedback Loop from hell“.
You know what I’ve been concerned about lately? Being happy and then losing it all again. Isn’t that ridiculous?
It’s one of those things where you hear about it from a 3rd person perspective, and you’re just sitting there literally thinking what is wrong with you? Everything is going great, why are you worried? Why are you not allowing yourself to be happy?
Just be happy, Loewe. Just LET YOURSELF BE HAPPY.
– my friends
The other day I got a phone call from my friend who just wanted to catch up. The beginning of our conversation was awkward with the whole “How are you?” and “I’m good, how are you” and “I’m good too… how are you?” loop, but aside from that, it was really nice and I was glad she took the initiative to reach out to me. At the end of our conversation, she told me that this year she wants to be more expressive of her feelings and she wants to tell people that she appreciates them and loves them instead of just expecting them to already know that and remember it all the time.
I thought that was pretty neat since I’m kind of a tsundere, which basically means my words and actions don’t always reflect how I feel on the inside. You could be making me really happy, but I don’t say that. I probably just tell you you’re annoying instead.
Who are you
How can you make me feel
just like the person I want to be
In an empty Starbucks by a hospital, my friend of over 13 years cried for me from across a little wooden table.
I know you wanted his love
to be deep and enduring
I know you wanted him
to be everything he said he would be
It doesn’t matter anymore.