I was wiring something completely different at home, don’t know where that was going just as I don’t know where this post will end either. All I know is that I went out to get some photos developed and I’ve ended up at the beach hating every word I wrote before.
People are weird don’t you think? And I don’t just mean in a “that person is acting weird” kind of way, but the way people a affect your life and your story. Some people you meet and forget about the next day, others will forever be in your life and then there’s the ones that you just can’t seem to get out of your head, no matter how hard you try.
Having lived in three different countries throughout my still quite short life I’ve met what I like to think is a fair amount of people of all varieties. A lot of people that were just meant to be in my life for a short period of time. A few months or a few years, they’ve made their mark in who I am and have helped make me the person I am now. To those people I say thank you and I hope you’re all doing alright in whatever ventures the future holds for you.
Then there’s the people who have been in my life for various amounts of time, both since I was a kid and some that I haven’t even known for a year still, but these people are my friends, my people. The ones that know parts of me that I fear showing others, the ones who don’t judge me, no matter what stupid situation I manage to get myself in to next (and let’s be honest, I have a talent for getting myself in to stupid situations). These are the people who push me and inspire me to be the best me I can be and that help me reach my dreams and goals. The ones that have seen me fall down over and over again, ugly-crying, covered in ice cream, punching walls or just horribly drunk to try to forget, and they are still there to help me in whatever way they can. These are the people who have broken down the wall. Thank you for not giving up on me.
And then there’s the third kind of people, the ones who you might just have met, or maybe you’ve known them for a long time, but they have dug themselves a hole in your brain and refuse to leave. The fact that this has just kept happening to me over and over again I think is what got me to the realisation that we’ll get to eventually. Actually, f* it, I’m just gonna put it out there and we’ll go from there: I’m pansexual.
Wikipedia describes pansexuality as “the sexual, romantic or emotional attraction towards people regardless of their sex or gender identity.” Basically this means that I like people, woho, big surprise!
I’m happy this way, comfortable with who I am, proud of who I am. I don’t wanna make a big deal out of it and I don’t even know what drove me to come to this point in the post because it wasn’t planned at all, it kinda just typed itself.
I probably had a point to make through my rant about people but I’ve lost it now so I’m gonna put my shoes back on and skate to get all the photos from summer in the city and wait for the shit storm to hit me.
Love you all♡