Petty

I think I know why I was pissed.
It was because I was jealous. I'm not familiar with that emotion. We haven't crossed paths often. I don't know whether or not I like the idea of being jealous of an inanimate object as opposed to an animate one.
When did I become so petty? I am made of stronger stuff. I've survived this long. I've survived myself this long. Independent of mind.
I enjoy alone time. I enjoy my own company. Do I still?
Very confusing and new. Not me at all. I am growing so to speak. Pleased/ not pleased? The jury is still out.

What I do know is that I will not become a cliche.


Listening to: Trouble by Ray LaMontagne