i’ve found myself in the midst of some sort of identity crisis. i think. and it’s funny because it’s not just relevant to my personal life (meeting new people, making conversation, what do i say?) but also in silly things like this blog - what should I blog about? nothing in my life feels cohesive. i like indie music well respected by critics and i like spineless pop music. i like reading great novels from literary geniuses and i like reading People magazine. i like mad men and breaking bad and true detective and also the Kardashians. i like dressing up in heels and makeup and i like reading comics. i like the mental health and wellness and life inspiration internet-scene and i like the underground improv comedy scene. and i think it’s good to be well-rounded and like a lot of things, but sometimes I wish i could kind of find one niche and fully embrace it. and even beyond this, i look at how much of my likes have been introduced to me by my boyfriend..and i’ve genuinely come to love the things he’s shown me; i would never just respond to feeling pressured or fake that i like it or anything. but it brings me back to wondering who i am, without him and without you and without anyone. if i fell asleep and when i woke up my memory was erased, what would i do, which direction would i go? this is a dumb problem, whatever. just been thinking about it. things have been good all in all. i’m getting there.