I'm BACK... Boobs? Bollocks....

It's been a while, but I'm back! And the good news is that I'm in a happy place. Turns out space and time really does help put things into perspective. And after some painful time away from the special person in my life, I think we were both able to see things in a different way. This thing called 'love' seems to be a confusing thing, but the more I learn about it, the more I see that it's more simple than I think... we just need to trust ourselves more.

I feel so fortunate to have met someone so special, someone who I can be myself around, and someone who I would not change one little bit... now or ever. And even if it all fell apart tomorrow, I've experienced something so special that the only thing I could feel would be grateful. (Okay I say that now, but I'm also allowed to cry my eyes out if heaven forbid it did.) But don't worry, this doesn't mean that my blog will be full of mush from now on! Because the journey is never over. Although I feel like I've found happiness, there are plenty of other people still searching... and if my story seems somewhat boring now, there are plenty of other people's stories to share!

One thing I will say is that I think we're all losing a bit of faith in the human race. Where is this coming from, you ask? Last night, I was having a conversation about fake boobs (if you can touch them, then they're real though... aren't they?). Now excuse me if I am speaking out of turn, or if I offend anyone, but in most cases I think fake boobs are ridiculous. Girls seem to think that if they have large juicy boobies, they will be more popular, attractive, likeable to men, etc. The most ridiculous thing though... is that in a lot of cases, they are right. So many women are insecure, and by proving them right we are just feeding their insecurity. Essentially humans all want the same thing - to feel loved and validated. Money, power, status, are all just false derivatives of the former. We all want to feel loved and validated, yet we don't love or validate ourselves enough, and we don't trust that someone else will either. Men will pay for a girlfriend's boobs, then wonder why they end up with a ball busting girlfriend. Note to the boys out there: The number one reason your girl busts your balls is because she feels INSECURE. Now don't get me wrong, I think we wouldn't be human if we didn't have insecurities... and we've all been hurt, disappointed, let down... all of the above. But how do we ever find happiness if we put no trust in our fellow man? Or ourselves for that matter?