Apologies for not posting much recently. I started keeping a journal. Turns out, I’m exactly the type of person that should keep a journal.
I discovered a few personal truths thanks to my Moleskine.
Going beyond “like” and “dislike” into particular traits gives me no end of trouble. This drives people mad. Girlfriends in particular.
I can’t keep secrets. It’s too much work. Telling everyone the truth all the time requires the least amount of thinking.
I like to think I’m honest, but that’s not quite right. I’ll answer any question honestly, but I don’t volunteer information.
