Some days it feels as though it’s pointless to keep fighting. Thankfully, usually when such feelings come about I tend to talk myself out of giving up. At the end of the day I’m not going to be childish and I won’t allow myself to be punished for someone else’s mistakes. Fair enough I cannot and will not claim ignorance on all fronts and will not scream bloody murder. I deal with things in my own way and in my own time. The truth is, the fact that dealing with different people will require different methods cannot be denied, however, to believe that you know the best way at all times is preposterous. I for one would rather candid with a good combination of tact as opposed to hidden secrets and snide remarks for example. At the end of the day, it is important to keep doing the things that you love doing. It keeps you happy, makes you feel alive and most importantly grants you a great deal of self worth, without which we are nothing more than empty shells with a poor excuse for existence. What then happens when you get infected? Sometimes emotions can really behave as though they are a virus, clawing and teething away at your inner recesses and before you know it, you’ve overreacted and things have blown smack out of proportion. I’m not entirely sure what stage I’m at right now but we’ll see.