Where Do I Begin?

I'm Me & That Might Be Okay.

"I guess you could say I'm a bit naive. Knowing what the world is - but choosing to believe and choosing to see the good in it.

You could also call me a wallflower.

I'm shy, I'm like one of the most laid back people you will ever meet. But I have major anxiety over the smallest things.

I get taken advantage of more than I should, and I try and make people happy, even though I'm drowning. I guess its because I know what its like - to drown, and I dont want to see other people go through that."

I look at the man with the beard. He's thinking. Thinking of what, I dont know. But I'm staring and I need to stop.

"Olathe, you cant make everyone happy.''

"Why?"

"Because thats just not how the world works."

"But shouldnt it be?" I ask.

"There are some things that factor in peoples unhappiness."

"Like what?"

"Well... theres loss and grief, theres hate and then theres lust. Peoples emotions get the best of them. Like now. Olathe, are you sad?"

"No. Not sad or depressed. Im just not happy either."

"What does that mean?"

"Want me to be honest?" I ask.

He nods and crossed his left leg over his right and chews on his pen.

"I dont know what it means."

"Why?"

"Youre asking me questions I dont know the answers to."

He chuckles a bit and shakes his head.

"Youre right. About everything. So now tell me, has home gotten any better?"

I look away and just shake my head.

"Dads never going to get better."

"Stay positive."

"How can I?"

"Because you have things people would die for."

I smile a small smile.

"Never thought of it that way."