Perhaps I’m fickle…

But I’ve never been lonely enough to put up with being mistreated. Perhaps I have high standards for how I need to be treated, but it’s never made sense for me to lower my standards.

At the same time, I’m too much of a fighter to face real life. I run after problems, because all I know how to do is fight them. And if they’re nonexistent, I create them, which only further frustrates me. Perhaps that’s why I’m so attracted to the nonprofit sector; it’s filled with problems for me to solve.

I wasn’t made for relationships. I don’t think I’ve ever liked them. I always feel less comfortable, less confident, less happy, more detached, more vulnerable, more awkward…

The more tied down I start to feel, the greater the urge to break away.

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