Sphinx

This evening I was able to hang out with one of my best friends, Jenny. She was telling me that she worries that she has Anne Frank hair, or that her head looks like a triangle. I smile to myself knowing the crazy insecurities that we foster regarding our own reflections. I was thinking about how I always feel like I have a "beanie head" when my hair is down, or that sometimes I feel like my nose is like the Sphinx coming off of my face. Even though I try not to obsess about it, I definitely struggle with those pervasive negative thoughts. Perhaps it is what enables me to laugh at myself, and perhaps it is what makes me want to dig myself into a hole at times.

Things have been going well with J.R. He really is unlike anyone I have ever met before. He definitely gets my strange sense of humor and adds his own flavor to sarcasm. At the same time, he seems to have a very tender heart. I think he will need some time to get used to my passionate and sensitive nature, but I told him it is definitely worth it. Trust me, I wish that I didn't feel things so deeply all of the time.