Where did my give-a-shit go?

I've never been that wrapped up in what other people think. Over the last week, I figured out I really don't give a shit. Not at all.

I'll wear what I want, go out with who I please and have the friends I like. My friends look at me and laugh then say, "I'll just live vicariously through you." And that's okay.

Some people aren't comfortable with me. I don't know if it's my confidence - or maybe that lack of give-a-shit coming through - but I'm comfortable with that too. Or maybe they just don't like me, and that's cool too. Others sometimes try to rattle me. They get all uptight and try to control, but I don't let them. Calmness and restraint is the secret. Very rarely do you see a calm person who isn't in control.

I admit, I sill have a very weak area. It's with real romantic relationships that need BFF approval. I suck at picking the right guys. I know I need help, and I'll get it when the time comes. I do care what my very best friends think.

But that time certainly isn't now.

I know I'm the toughest one to please, so if I'm happy with myself, all is good.

Love to the single girls,
Addison