Meeting Standards

           I feel like this is often on my mind, in fact I think it guides everything I do. Why do we, as people, attempts to appease the standards set upon us by others? Hell if I know, yet I'm trapped in this ever circling vortex. One thing leads to another and suddenly I'm not good enough, even for myself. I have these preconceived notions of what I should or shouldn't be. They're pressures set on by society, previous generations, media, brands, and sometimes ourselves. I love that I can identify an issue but not remedy it. It makes me feel helpless. I can't just stop listening to the things people tell me and my own internal thoughts. That's almost as bad as listening to them in the first place. I'm caught in between a rock and a hard place, which is where I usually find myself. I think I'll build a home there, alone. It'll be a small little cottage filled with the things I love, where no one can reach; where I can be safe bordered by the unbreakable rocks and the infamous hard place. Sounds...... comfy. Oh, the irony.