Im in physical therapy again. First time in 3 or 4 years. For my arthritis. Even though it feels like yesterday in my mind, I remember when I was 19 going on 20, 20 years ago. At this time, I was unemployed as I got fired from my first job, was in my second year of community college.

time flies but honestly, I still feel young but damn, its hard to believe that I have arthritis or that Im about to turn 40. I dont feel it at all. I feel like my life was long but SHORT at the same time. For the most part, ive lived a very boring life. A whole lot of struggles though. Ive been fortunate but also unfortunate without realizing either but I am content with my life. In a way, having an uneventful boring life has made me grateful about the little things that ive grown to be thankful for but Im grateful even if things arent the way i would like them to be. Im still alive. I dont seem to find joy in social shyt tbh. But at the same time, its forced me to learn how to love myself where I can enjoy being alone and having my own company. A lot of people cant do that without that shyt fukking them up mentally.

then again, i am not wrap up too tight mentally though I seem to be very self aware of myself where Im in tune with reality.
Theres times or there were times when I would hate my life where I would want to be somebody else where I can be social with people, be popular and etc like back in high school. I would go through disassociation periods where I would lie to myself about my life and who I am. Recently, I caught myself talking about myself in the third person as if I was talking to someone about another person who happened to be me. It wasnt until recently that that shyt hit me like why am I talking about myself in the third person? Am I ashamed of myself? I felt a level of hurt when I did it too which was like damn... gotta stop doing that. This doesnt feel good at all.