Red Flags
Here’s where I dump the thoughts I can’t get rid of. I’m still learning things about myself at this age and it makes me glad. It shows I’m still growing, at least still capable of it.
I met someone recently. Attractive, talented, charismatic, tortured artist. One with daddy issues and an interest in certain binding pursuits. Not just any pursuit you see, my slice of the pie. Or rather my flavor of pie.
Having grown so much I’m self-aware to the point where I really do see the red flags in the beginning. I kind of miss the days when I still had optimism. Where the rose-colored glasses masked those flags.
Also, I recently discovered there’s an actual label for something I’ve felt my whole life. I instantly accepted it and haven’t been able to stop thinking about it. I have no outlet and it’s driving me batty.
This thought process is turning said red flags rose and I’m literally having an internal battle with myself. This is keeping me up at night.












