Sometimes when I revisit old conversations, I'm struck by how I used to interact with people. It's as if I'm seeing a different version of myself, one that I'm not particularly proud of. I noticed that I was unnecessarily mean or harsh in certain moments, and I couldn't help but wonder what was going through my mind at the time. It's not that I intended to hurt anyone, but looking back, I see that my words or tone might have had that effect. A part of me wishes I could return and handle those situations with more kindness or understanding.
What's even more perplexing is when I come across conversations with people I used to be close to, and I can't pinpoint the exact moment when things started to change. Sometimes, I wonder why we stopped being friends or how we drifted apart. It felt as though one day we were close, sharing thoughts and ideas, and then gradually, without any significant argument or reason, we just stopped talking. I started to realize that perhaps my anti-social tendencies have taken a stronger hold on me than I thought. It's not just that I'm more comfortable being alone; it feels like I'm actively distancing myself from others without even realizing it.
Ah, what do I do? Not to worry; I'll figure it out. Anyway, here are some pictures from my cleaning activity today.
