The High Walls of My Heart (and How I Accidentally Built Them)
The High Walls of My Heart (and How I Accidentally Built Them) So, here’s the thing about being a human: it’s like trying to navigate a minefield blindfolded, while juggling flaming torches and wearing lip gloss. One minute you’re basking in the sunshine of a seemingly friendly stranger, the next you’re wondering if they secretly plotted your demise over a lukewarm Spanish Latte. This year, I decided to ditch the blindfold, torches, and lip gloss (mostly the lip gloss; it was impractical). I vowed to be authentic, direct, and, dare I say it, vulnerable. Turns out, vulnerability is less a superhero power and more a delicious buffet for emotional vampires. My grand experiment in radical honesty began with gusto. I stopped filtering my responses, traded tact for truth-telling, and embraced my inner, slightly unhinged, truth-teller. It was exhilarating! Like cliff diving, but instead of a rope, it was my self-esteem. I confessed my undying love for anime (don’t judge!), admitt...