I Concur

So I like to read cJane. I was reading through some of her archives (am i a blog stalker or what)... and i really liked this part....

"My latest theory is this: We never progress socially past eighteen (I might be willing to debate that specific age). So socially we stay eighteen and life hands us masks as we advance in age. Here is your college student mask, your college grad mask, your newlywed mask, your parent mask, your bishopric mask, your getting the idea mask. At the end of the day we take off our masks and voila! there is the eighteen year old wondering if she looked good in the pants that she wore to Enrichment Night. Or if she should be offended that her spouse didn't say anything about the chicken enchiladas.Do we ever get comfortable with parental advice? Do we ever feel completely self-assured? Do we ever stop loving that Smashing Pumpkins song? Won't we always feel awkward when talking to someone attractive?"

I really liked it for some reason, probably because I feel the same exact way.

Also what is with this evil thing called "low self-esteem"? Aren't you only supposed to have that as a middle schooler or something? Man. Some days, I'll wake up in the morning and just OOZE low self-esteem. "Dusty, do I have a big butt?... I do!??!!!??... oh... But look when I stand like this... Do you think I look like a boy? ..no?... Good!.....UGH i have NOTHING to wear that is flattering on me!!! THATS IT! I AM NEVER EATING AGAIN." The next day I could wake up and be totally happy with myself. It's an ugly, vicious cycle.