Platitudes

In a stupor of head cold and marijuana, I discovered something last night. And yes, I realize this isn't the finest endorsement. Don't care.

I'm terrified of being made less of. Of someone lowering my worth. I realized that my standards are high - and that I've constantly been avoiding people because I feel they won't make me a better person. I think this is flawed - flawed like all things empirical. It doesn't allow for granularity, for the gradient between black and white, this predilection towards perfection.

The Briana from a few years ago would scream "settling". But this is why 30 is better than 20. Wisdom comes with age, etc.

I drink more Jameson than I ever did before. Suck on that, teenagers.