Life.

The world is a very dangerous place, with different booby traps, and wicked people, and scary situations.


I should be where I am remotely safest. That's probably here. Where I have lived these twenty years. Where I am familiar and comfortable. Where I can walk into a public place, and know at least one person everywhere.


I have unrealistic expectations of the world, of people I know, of people I love, of people I don't like very much, of my life, of my future, of myself.


The most genuine and realistic that I can be, leaves me to these hopes and dreams and wants:

-I want a career as a flight attendant, and a sidejob of some sort of paperwork/secretary/receptionist position.

-I want to live somewhere small and safe and comfortable. Probably here.

-I want a condo by the ocean, for when I want to pick up and be somewhere else.

-My house to be a small cottage.

-I want to get married, and have a child, or children.

-I don't want to be financially stressed, at all.




That's what I'm serious about. That's what I know. I don't really know much more than that. And I'm not going to start persuing any of that, until I'm stable enough to grasp something without tossing it away from me on impulse.