I wish I could forget…

Day 21 โ€“ A picture of something you wish you could forget

To be fair, I don’t remember much of 2008, and that ‘s the problem. Way too much Xanax for Kris. Without going into too many details, let’s just say that I was an idiot pretty much the entire year. I was faced with some really hard “life” stuff, and I did not handle it well at all. Someone should have slapped me any number of times. Not my shining hour, er, year. I’ve made apologies, amends, beat myself up about it, but honestly if I could do that ย whole Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind thing, I’d totally do it. That 2008 Kris–not my favorite person.

To all my Texan frendz…

Yes, it hurt me to write “frendz”.

Ahhhh, you all have put up with so much from me. Bitchin’, moanin’, complainin’, and hatin’ on your beloved state. Here’s the truth–I don’t hate Texas. I’m sorry all my misguided anger and frustration was poured out onto this place. I know how deep the loyalties lie, and how it cut you deeply for me to talk badly about the motherland.

I actually kind of secretly like Texas. Yes, the weather straight sucks, but past that, the schools are great (especially the music programs), the sense of community can’t be beat, I rather like living in the Bible Belt, and Texans are hands-down some of the best people in the world (and I’ve been all over the world, so I can say this with some confidence). In my defense, I’ve maintained that I don’t like Texas, but I have an affinity for Texans. ๐Ÿ™‚

Truthfully, we all go through some rough times. I just happened to go through some while living in Texas. In my head (especially since I move around so much) I just naturally associate happenings with locations, and I just wanted out. I sat down yesterday and realized that I have a little over a year left here, and if I keep that mentality, it’s going to be a loooooong year. I made a little list of all the things that were good about where I’m at, and that list was a lot longer than the “bad” list, which really all consisted of past stuffs. Texas is, all in all, not a bad place to be. There’s no ocean (no, the Gulf doesn’t count), but I can live with that. ๐Ÿ˜€

So, I beseech you, Lone Star State–please accept my humble apologies. You don’t suck. I promise never to call you Tex-Ass again, and to all my lovely Texan friends (whether you were born here or got here as fast as you could) I’m sorry for insulting your lovely state.

That being said… I have never, nor will I ever, like the Dallas Cowboys.