Is this the part where I write a bunch of beliefs I have and how my past has made me who I am today and how strong I am because of it and that I am poetic and interesting and more than meets the eye and that my family and friends are my world and that I'm real, not fake and all that crap? I'm pretty sure it is...so let's just pretend I've done all of that.Here's the truth though - I do a lot of thinking. I come across as a ditz sometimes because I CANNOT pay attention. Someone starts giving me instructions and I start thinking about other things and completely miss what they said. It's a huge problem; I'm working on it. However, I AM a great listener when it comes to non-instructional or educational purposes! Oh, and I'm pretty sure I have a little OCD going on. I won't go into details. I've had a lot of good times and a lot of hard times. I hate dwelling on the past. Maybe it "made me who I am today," but I am not defined by my past. It was just made up of a series of events, cause and effect. I don't believe in fate. That's a load of crap...again, cause and effect, coincidence. Fate just makes people who have gone through a hard time feel better. I guess it gives them hope, which is fine. I can't really think of anything I actually believe in. Seriously, I can't. That doesn't mean I don't believe in God...because I also don't believe that he doesn't exist...see, I don't believe in ANYTHING. Remember when I said I do a lot of thinking? It's a blessing and a curse. My head is always spinning.
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