Life is an up and down journey.
I have no idea whatever comes my way will ever be right.
My younger-self assumed I knew everything. Then I would hit a downward spiral. My depression and anxiety would kick in. I tried to forget about my mental health crisis. Because I was told to always be optimistic in life. But it would be impossible. I never wanted to acknowledge, realize, and accept my flaws and weaknesses. Because of my huge ego too.
I started to sell used material goods through FaceBook Marketplace since last November.
I like to connect with my buyer as well. I try to satisfy my buyer on the purchased product.
"If you are dissatisfied, you can get return it with a full refund," I tell my buyer.
I began to declutter at this time too.
I learned how to declutter from watching Netflix documentary, Minimalism. And reading Marie Kondo's book, The Life-Changing Magic of Tidying Up: The Japanese Art of Decluttering and Organizing. And reading Greg McKeown's book, Essentialism: The Disciplined Pursuit of Less.
I continue to find more sources in decluttering. Because I like to keep learning.
My way of decluttering is choosing to either donate, sell, recycle, or junk items.
Decluttering and selling gave me an idea to start on a business.
I offer two options to my client.
A friend from Texas visited me this past week.
Her name is Aniecia.
She's a sexy, attractive lady. And I was the first to call her as the X-Men superhero character, Storm. She does look like her.
She recently started this new look.
"You're a hot chocolate. And I'm melting right away," I told her.
I was told to never a chase a woman taller than me. And I was told to always go for a light-skin woman.
Back in my elementary school days, I was surrounded by mostly Filipinos. And back in my Sonoma State University days, I was surrounded by mostly Whites.
She is an Ethiopian mix standing at 5'7. While I'm only 5'5.
I approached her 5 years ago in Vegas. And she was with a group of friends. She was turning 18 in two days at the time. She decided to round off her age. And tell me she was 18.
I used to expect more from only a first date. I assumed it will be the best to remember if I ever have a deeper relationship with her. My young-self's mind was always dwelling in the past and overseeing the future.
My first so-called date was with Janine.
I assumed it was a date in my mind. I was jumping for joy when she said yes.
I was 16 years old at the time. This was a month after my sister passed away. I was grieving and mourning. I needed someone to comfort me. And I experimented it.
She was a year older than me. She picked me up from my house. I was awkward about it. Because she's driving. But I realized I don't have a drivers' license yet. We went together to see a romantic comedy movie, Alex and Emma.
I was overthinking during the so-called date. My anxiety kicked in. It was more of a meetup.