Disappointment brings up a whole cacophony of emotions. Anger, sorrow, fear… each one twisting around inside of you like a wrestling match for control of your inner psyche.
I’ve had to deal with disappointment quite a lot this year, and last week brought some more to my doorstep. A few months ago I chose to reestablish a relationship with my ex-fiancé Ellen. I ignored all of my better judgment, hoped for a miracle, and on Thursday got burned to a brittle crisp.
One of the things I want to accomplish with my blog is to really start opening up about myself. I have spent all of my life feeling misunderstood… by not only the people I interact with, but even friends and family. I have been alive now for almost half a CENTURY, and yet I feel like I have not done enough to define to the world who I am, what I believe in, and what I stand for.
I could let it all pour out right now and write my entire autobiography here, but not only would it take quite a while to write, it would also be an unbearably long and boring read.
So what I am going to do is, every so often, I am going to make a post that focuses on one facet of me. One part of who I am. A slice of me that’s a little more digestible in one sitting. Over time, the individual pieces taken together should make a fair representation of me… or at least that is my hope.
So for this inaugural entry I will start with an easy and obvious one: I am an introvert.
