Humans. We are so fallible. I no longer have expectations; people will most likely fail you. That’s ok. I fail people often. I am not readily available and I sure as hell am not living up to anything amazing. I am still trying to figure myself out. Ideally, I’d become this well travelled woman. A mug or shot glass from every place i’ve been to. I want an RV and a prius! I wanna drive everywhere. Drive to the West coast, drive to Niagra Falls, head on to Chi-town. I have no intention of settling down but I feel tied to this idea that i’m supposed to want that. Sure, I want someone to share these adventures with but if it ends up being just me and one of my best friends I don’t see a problem with that. Men keep failing me so I no longer depend on them (not that I ever really did.) I mandate my happiness. I am the driver in this screw everyone else.