Freedom!!!!!

Honestly, every time I think of that word, visions of Mel Gibson in a kilt on top of a grassy knoll with war paint on his face dance through my head. But once that gets through my system, I remember what freedom really means. Freedom means not letting the world get you down. I was thinking the other day of how concerned I've become with the opinions and judgments of those around me. I've been living the last few months feeling like I'm under a magnifying glass, and it has kind of been sucky. (By the way sucky happens to be in Merriam-Webster dictionary these days, and I like to think I had a hand in that addition thank you very much) Always doing things as if I was living out my life on the Truman Show with every moment broadcast on national television. But you know what I realized? The world doesn't really care. No one cares that much. And if they do care enough to form an opinion, why should I bother worrying about it? So what if I'm not perfect? So what if I like my shoes that have holes in them and actually enjoy doing my laundry every week? So what if I sing along to songs I don't know the words to and laugh at parts in the movie that no one else thinks are funny? I'm good with that, because even though I may be a little crazy and weird, at the end of the day I'm still me. Go ahead and think what you want, but as for me and my life? We're just fine.