I’m obsessing over all-black outfits right now. It’s a really mysterious and versatile colour, and coincidentally almost more than half of my wardrobe consists of black, black and more black. Even all my shoes are black.
Nobody can make me do something that I don’t like.
I don’t smoke I don’t do drugs I don’t drink I don’t stay out late I don’t do pre-marital sex I don’t do sleepovers I don’t spend money for just about anybody in the world I don’t diet I don’t like to talk to strangers I don’t like to owe people money I don’t wear bright colours I don’t skip school I don’t steal I don’t I don’t I don’t do alot more things.
I think I deserve the liberty to decide what is right for me and what isn’t, and I may appear to a prude a bitch a freak a nerd an outcast a goody-two-shoes a narcissist a introvert, but this is me, and I need to stand by my principle.
And I don’t like it when other people try and change it, or preach their values to me. They may change certain traits in me, but my character is difficult to influence. Different people are shaped by different events in their lives, so why try to make the other live the way you do? I am open to feedback but my character is decent enough for me to defend it against criticism.
Z once told me “It’s either people love you, or hate you”; she tells me my character is so strong that there can be no ‘in-between’. I think she is correct to a large extent. There is an in-between, but it is for acquaintances who hardly count as friends, and for these people I don’t need them to love me, yet I do not wish to be enemies with them.
I have two other principles but this one tops the rest because it reminds me that I have control over my own life. I like the idea of choice and freedom.