I think I’ve changed. Hopefully for the better, although, not entirely.
I don’t avoid conflict as much as I used to. It has surprisingly worked in my favor, actually. Not that I am proud of it. Calling people out on their shit kinda became… necessary.
Other than becoming a worse person, I have also changed my preferences in random things… dramatically!
I seem to love tomatoes and onions. Something I removed from every single sandwich I had until I was probably 30.
But the biggest change was that I don’t hate the city I grew up in anymore. I remember why I left, but I don’t hate it at all. I remember my dreams, my wishes and the movies I watched as I imaged what my life would be like far away from that horrible beach I didn’t step foot in for good 10 years even though it was figuratively across the street. I remember hating it so much.
Now, I love it there. I love the simplicity of the people. I love the food. I love the heat. The water is healing.
I guess I only had a certain amount of hate available in my body and I ended up redirecting it. Using it all up toward certain people.
Probably a fair trade. My beach never hurt anyone.