CHAPTER 2: Up ahead, I heard a group of men who were being led through the trail by a guide. They were chatting about their wives, complaining about work, and about whose uncle’s dog had its balls snipped. I climbed faster, partly because I just wanted to stay ahead of the gaggle that was cackling like a bunch of laundry ladies, but mostly because of my ego.
Comparing myself to people is a problem I’ve dealt with a lot, but I wasn’t always this way. As a very young child, I remember being blissfully happy with powdered milk and stale bread, and being excited when my mom made a “birthday cake” with yogurt and raisins as frosting. When I started school however, in an unfamiliar place and in a language I didn’t speak, I started envying the lives of the kids around me; the ones who didn’t have to wear oversized hand-me-downs, and who’d lived in one place for long enough to have “old friends.”
On one hand, I’m sure this helped make me competitive and driven, but on the other it became inexhaustible fuel for the anxieties and insecurities I would carry throughout my life. For many years, these self imposed burdens would be like the bicycle I carried on my back: useless and cumbersome, but inexplicably impossible to let go.
Lol look at Hera's face😂...btw this art is amazing❤️ Which major god is your favorite?🤔
Credit✏️:(if someone knows pls tell me)
—percy jackson and the olympians
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I got oral surgery yesterday morning and it sucks, I'm on so many pain meds and I can barely walk straight😂 but at least I've had 4 (soon to be 5) bowls of iced cream so far.
mood: painful and sleepy
time: 10:17 am
QOTD: ever had surgery?
I need more ice cream.
love you all!