The consequence of being the type of person who doesn’t blame others for lifes problems is that usually you just have nothing to say about it.

I talked to J for a bit about how comfortable I was with my father, once I realized just wanted me around and was always proud of me. She said that was my gift to him, just being there and accepting him and that most people probably didn’t.

That’s kind of how I am, anyhow. Not anyhow, now. I actually judge people quite a bit, but there aren’t consequences usually. I’m just thinking. Except when my feelings, particularly my irrational ones, come to play.

I’ve been quite at ease lately, and I’ve been wondering why. Consequence of the last month directly, or because I’ve been focusing so much on one day at a time and what I want that day.