So, as a user of open diary; which doesn't have an app. I know use the web? Use a browser? It was and is a great platform for a laptop, but somehow on your phone or any handheld device it just is awkward.
I feel like a traitor, but the question of the week on there this week is:
Week 83. Tell us about a member of your family you think you turned out like, and why.
I oddly started to write on open diary, but I'm on my phone. Using my right thumb is not the same as typing on a keyboard.
Weirdly, this last summer I ran into an old boyfriend from my University days. I was nineteen; he was a little older.
Again, running into him at forty-seven was no different than running into him at nineteen.
Still easy to be around; still a nice person, but the romance lasted about the same amount of time twenty-eight years later. About two months.
But back to the question; I am not like anyone in my family; he probably is about the only kindred spirit that meshes with my personality.
Do I know him well; oddly not. Do we have much in common; no. And yet, our lives took the same path even apart.
By that, I mean no matter what happened, both of us have no regrets for the choices we made. I lost many people whom I never knew along the way. Those helpful people whom considered themselves friends, but as I said growing up: with friends like that whom needs enemies. I coined them frenimies.
Getting rid of what I term "the government forced friendship by zip code" and school; college was when I first started to live. I won't lie, before college it was a hideous childhood.
It took me from about eighteen to twenty-three to rid myself of such hate it is still unbelievable.
Anyway, I'm not sure there are ever two people whom are alike, but as someone once asked, "kill all the snowflakes?" As no two snowflakes are alike either.
I guess to sum up the fact that: I am me, I like myself, and that's the main fact. I will say I made my own decisions on my path; I am still glad I made the decisions I made. Those decisions were for myself and my life; not based on the imaginary life of a stranger.
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