When completely untrue statements are made about me or my health, of course a part of me wants to defend. Thing is, people have a right to imagine what they want to imagine. My job at those moments is to tell myself the truth. Am I taking care of myself in a healthy way? Am I respecting myself and being responsible? And over and over, I answer yes to that question.
Went for a jogging today, a woman was honking her car at the one in front of her, what she didnt know was, the car in front of her was filled with cops and one angry police just came storming out to yell at her…it was a good day.
All that time that you spent with her to get to me you can’t tell me that you didn’t get to know her and like her. It’s Allison. It’s impossible not to like her. You can’t tell me that you don’t care if she gets hurt.
One small fact: you are going to die. Despite every effort, no one lives forever. Sorry to be such a spoiler. My advice is when the time comes, don’t panic. It doesn’t seem to help. I guess I should introduce myself properly. But then again, you’ll meet me soon enough. Not before your time, of course. I make it a policy to avoid the living. Well, except sometimes. Once in a very long time, I can’t help myself. I get interested.