Self-awareness is the key

A while back, one of my best friends confessed that over the years I’ve become his inspiration and he hopes to arrive where I am now (mentally) one day. An older friend of mine once told me it fascinates him how well developed my radar for bullshitting seems to be. My flatmate thinks I got my shit together and my then-friend now-partner willingly admits that what drew him in was how sure of my own decisions and opinions I seemed to be. And even though being complemented like this still makes me uncomfortable, a part of me nods in agreement: yes, knowing yourself may be tough as fuck at times, but it does pay off.

It all boils down to self-awareness.

I love MUSE

I believe that love, as Placebo’s song goes, never has to question why or how.

And so I could put it all into one sentence: I love Muse.

But I feel like explaining. Because it’s been over 10 years and my love still seems to be only growing. And ever since I got into them, I’ve always felt like defying all the haters. I never knew why, but I think I have finally figured it out: that’s my way of expressing love.

Because I love them precisely for what other people seem to hate them.