It’s kinda funny that as you grow older you sorta learn more things about yourself that you thought you’ve already known.
I mean it’s your own body, own soul, you’ve literally been you your whole life but there’s so much more to know? Weird.
Take for instance last week I’ve just known for the first time that I’m actually allergic to shrimp and crab.
Then this evening it dawned upon me that I don’t know myself quite well after all.
Last year I’ve just discovered that I don’t have much of an impressive pair of lungs—my voice capacity isn’t as loud as a lot of people I know in my new profession.
And today I just can’t help but ponder, perhaps if another me existed I won’t bother to befriend her or get to know her better. She’s way too eccentric for my liking. And probably that’s why he didn’t choose me in the end?
While there are things I like about myself, like my level of empathy and sensitivity, I sometimes wish I was more popular, more likable, more magnetic.
but I guess we have to make do with what we have.
