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You are a handsome devil.

I've recently had an epiphany. Or just a normal realization. Or just sort of remembered something. Well, a couple of things. You do not have to be religious to be a good or happy person. And I am a pretty okay person. Also, I'm a pretty happy person despite what my external and internal dialogues suggest.

Technically that is a few things.

But I can be a better person. And I've been trying. It's a good thing to do, I think. I'm also pretty sure this is not the first time I've resolved to be a better person, which is either a testament to my failure or an indication of my constant longing to improve the lives of others and the world around me by first improving myself.

It's the latter. Trust me.

I've also recently come to realize that I need to quit fighting it and just grow up. I'm technically an adult right now even though I don't act like it. And that's not okay anymore. It's time, I think, for me to start acting my age--or older. The people around me are maturing or already mature, and I'm lagging behind. The real world is rapidly approaching--or already here--and I need to be ready, I guess. It's been a sobering realization. So no more juvenile, immaturity from me!

Another one of my good friends just got engaged, which is great news. In related but not as great news, I didn't have another drawn out panic attack about growing up. Because I already grew up. I am now prepared to deal with anything with my mature skills of logic, ingenuity, and boyish charm. Also, my good looks.

(That's confidence. It's a mature thing.)

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