Good morning comrades. Just got back from a treacherous run. I hate humidity. End-o-Story.
Everyone has preferences. Why is that some people find Dane Cook hilarious and others consider him the spawn of satan? Preferences. Same reason why there is no such thing as universal beauty. Everyone has their own idea of beautiful that embodies their perfect person. So singles out there, no worries. Someone is going to find you the funniest, the prettiest and the greatest human on the earth even if no one else seems to agree with them. Now the tricky part is reciprocating the feelings. However--eventually, everyone finds their -est.
Oh and please stop feeling sorry for yourself if you have yet to find that someone. Chances are that even if you do, you'll screw up it because you've been so damn depressed about it for the last 32 years. No one else wants to hang out with you when you're acting like a little bitch.
Check out this awesome art. Makes me feel like floating through some kaleidoscope sea. Her name is Betsy Walton and she rocks. Google her and stalk her other artwork. Who needs LSD when you have octagons floating through a vine entrenched ocean wonderland?