You Bring You With You Everywhere and Anywhere You Go
Being it’s not optional, you might as well try to be the best person you can, or at least be working towards such for your own sake — I mean honestly, who wants to bring an asshole everywhere, for the rest of their lives?
Generally speaking, I like my own company. I’m okay alone. I enjoy time to myself. In fact, it could be said I not only often prefer it, but at times I downright require it. After too much peopling or long periods of being overly social or exposed to large amounts of human behavior and interaction in short spans of time, I need time to myself. By myself. To recharge. Regroup, and recenter.
In those moments, I enjoy my own company, even on the days, I don’t like myself. Because to be quite honest, just because I don’t particularly like myself that day doesn’t mean I’ll like you. Not you personally, but you get my point. People are, well, you’ve met them. You’ve met us and we’ve met you. At both our worst and best as well as everything in between.
Actually, it’s probably harder for me to genuinely like anyone on the days I don’t like myself. How can I like or love you if I don’t even like or love myself?
