I have had to lower my expectations of myself several times in the past when I failed to live up to my own standards, but something happened to me when I turned 30, something I didnt expect and am still discovering, something I promised I would never do, I grew up. On the very day I turned 30 I dropped a whole load of pre-conceived notions and stubborn convictions I had carried and always thought I would carry. I stopped looking down on internet dating, I started keeping an eye on my physical health, not just my mental health, I took more care in my appearance, I realised I would not at any point particularly enjoy getting completely blackout drunk, I almost completely stopped playing videogames, and certainly stopped getting a sense of achievement from playing them, I started drinking water rather than coke, and today I even bought the ingredients for me to start making myself salads because deep down I really craved a good salad. I even revelled in my good fortune when I found a low-fat version of the salad cream... I have become everything I ever ridiculed, I have become boring.
Damn.
PS. for those worrying, this is a tongue-in-cheek thing, only half of me is disgusted at myself, the other half is oddly proud at my own maturity.
Damn.
PS. for those worrying, this is a tongue-in-cheek thing, only half of me is disgusted at myself, the other half is oddly proud at my own maturity.
I'm struggling so hard and doing my best. That haven't lived my life. So yeah, I guess lowering my expectations of myself a little..