This post is oddly personal and serious, so please forgive me:
For the last sixteen months I have held my tongue about the three years that preceded them. Outside of the two friends I was not "allowed" to have in that time, I have not gone into much of it out of maturity and even pity. I have seen girls since then, but did not get serious with them for different reasons. I recently hoped to get serious with one, but it ultimately did not work out thanks in part to what happened in those three years, and it was hard to accept -- I don't ever seriously use the word "depressed," but I will use it here because I actually was. Even then, despite the past getting in the way of my future, I STILL did not feel the need to speak on it. When someone I work with asks about those three years because she heard about them in the other side's bubble, and is even told to quit simply because I work there?
There is a perception of me that I think I am above everyone and everything, and I will live up to it by continuing to be above this, but who is to say that the high road does not lead to a dead end?
In the meantime, I will let this moment from #TakinItoutandChoppinitUp by #TheMovielife speak for me.