Hi, everybody.
Do you have a difficult time understanding yourself? I do. Not all the time but, well, a lot of the time.
The funny thing? Most people I know think I’m one of the most confident people they know. The faces we can put on, right? You lot know the real me more than most in real life.
Are we made to understand ourselves? What’s to understand? Both good questions and both extremely difficult to answer. I mean, even when I think about things now, I wonder how I’ll ever “understand” myself or what that even means. But I came into writing this blog thinking it. Now, after the wonderful power of writing struck, I don’t think there is an understanding of ourselves. I mean, we kind of just are what we are, right? No need to understand it.
Again, what the hell did I just write?
I wish you well. Try not to beat the shit out of yourself.