A friends 40th birthday party. An invitation to wear whatever makes me comfortable. A lot of close friends who know about me but haven't met me. A shiny new attitude that's pushing me further and further in the world. So i go, and i have a fantastic night, nobody really batted an eyelid, there were hardly any questions and it was just like a normal night out, i had a lot to drink, i had a lot to eat and my feet hurt like mad at 3 in the morning, so it must have been good. The only problem is, i've been feeling crappier about it ever since. I guess i'm having a really hard time separating out my need to be myself and the worry that this has more of an effect on my friends than they're telling me. Maybe i can chalk it up to having fantastic friends, they really don't care, it really wasn't a problem and i've really never been any different in the time they've known me, they just know a little more about me. But there's a niggle in my mind that is secretly expecting this overwhelming positivity to end right about now, and the world to crash down around me. Natural pessimism and paranoia is apparently not a happy bedfellow with my new approach. I guess there's no question from this, i just sometimes wonder if i'm pushing my envelope and forging the life i want for myself, but pushing that on people and pushing my luck with my friends. Please don't misunderstand me, they've been amazing and i don't doubt them, i doubt myself, and i struggle to know if i'm inherently selfish or if i'm responding to the absolute need to be myself.
x Flic x