I am feeling really strange lately. It's like there's this DJ version of reset sort of coming out. I can feel myself changing. I went to a movie the other day, I was at the box office and saw myself reflected in the glass and I saw a tall, good looking, masculine man looking back. I didn't know who he was. He felt like someone else. It was what I envisioned in a few years, looking back at me. It wasn't me. It was an ideal of me. It was like an out of body thing.
I find myself remembering childhood moments, and all those good feelings just come flooding back, a simpler time when I was all about my dreams. Anything was possible. Every day was an exciting potential adventure. So many of those memories just keep coming at me. They feel good. I don't know why it's happening. It's how I was before I started doubting myself.
I flirt with women, and bust their balls, and I fvcking LOVE IT. I love watching girls get that starry expression in their eyes. I love that energy I feel standing next to a cute girl, and I love that I've learned to tap into the energy, and actually perceive the situation. This has been a slow process, not dating yet, but I am starting to get this part too. Chicks like me and I like chicks, and this is a part of my life I never gave myself permission to enjoy. Because I always felt I was defective.
Giving myself permission to enjoy life. That is NEW. To not worry about tomorrow. That is NEW. To say "I can pursue my dreams" that is NEW. Much of the time I'm frustrated, but now I have learned to talk myself out of it more and more.
It's like there's this doorway and it says "DJ" on it. Some days I walk right to that door all excited, I open it up, there's this bright light coming out of it and it feels good to step into it. But after awhile, I close the door. I don't know what's out there. Just because it feels good, doesn't mean I know how to handle it. And I say tomorrow I'll open the door again. Then I go the opposite direction. One part says "wow that door is tripped out. There could be monsters out there. Maybe it's all an illusion." So I keep doing the old patterns, the ones that hurt, all the while the back of my head says "dude wtf are you doing? That DJ doorway is the bomb. Go back there." Then there's this whole battle of wills. Sometimes I open the door, sometimes I don't. But all I think of is that freaking door and how I want to keep going through it.
I never ever ever gave myself permission to be happy. So when I feel happy, and confident, after awhile it feels WRONG. It confuses me. But I know I have to keep going through that door. Does ANYONE have a clue what I'm talking about? Or am I just insane?
I find myself remembering childhood moments, and all those good feelings just come flooding back, a simpler time when I was all about my dreams. Anything was possible. Every day was an exciting potential adventure. So many of those memories just keep coming at me. They feel good. I don't know why it's happening. It's how I was before I started doubting myself.
I flirt with women, and bust their balls, and I fvcking LOVE IT. I love watching girls get that starry expression in their eyes. I love that energy I feel standing next to a cute girl, and I love that I've learned to tap into the energy, and actually perceive the situation. This has been a slow process, not dating yet, but I am starting to get this part too. Chicks like me and I like chicks, and this is a part of my life I never gave myself permission to enjoy. Because I always felt I was defective.
Giving myself permission to enjoy life. That is NEW. To not worry about tomorrow. That is NEW. To say "I can pursue my dreams" that is NEW. Much of the time I'm frustrated, but now I have learned to talk myself out of it more and more.
It's like there's this doorway and it says "DJ" on it. Some days I walk right to that door all excited, I open it up, there's this bright light coming out of it and it feels good to step into it. But after awhile, I close the door. I don't know what's out there. Just because it feels good, doesn't mean I know how to handle it. And I say tomorrow I'll open the door again. Then I go the opposite direction. One part says "wow that door is tripped out. There could be monsters out there. Maybe it's all an illusion." So I keep doing the old patterns, the ones that hurt, all the while the back of my head says "dude wtf are you doing? That DJ doorway is the bomb. Go back there." Then there's this whole battle of wills. Sometimes I open the door, sometimes I don't. But all I think of is that freaking door and how I want to keep going through it.
I never ever ever gave myself permission to be happy. So when I feel happy, and confident, after awhile it feels WRONG. It confuses me. But I know I have to keep going through that door. Does ANYONE have a clue what I'm talking about? Or am I just insane?