It’s so easy to get down on yourself. To constantly worry and assume and maybe even over exaggerate with your imagination things that aren’t that big of a deal.
Things aren’t the same. You don’t socialize the same. You don’t relate to people the same. You look for approval more than you ever thought possible. You’re socially clumsy around groups of people… Even the people that is now your family.
But things aren’t supposed to be the same. You’re a parent now. You’re married now. And if you’re doing it right, your child knows he is the most loved little person on the earth, your spouse will be able to plop on the couch next to you and just sit there against each other not saying a word but knowing nothing’s wrong. You aren’t going to be able to easily slide into social settings with your single friends like some magic flip switch gave you back your “swag”. If you’re doing it right, you’re going to be frustrated, irritated and maybe even angry that you don’t have much to say, that you’re sitting there quietly with your beer watching everyone drunkenly become idiots, laughing about that douche who pulled one over on that slut, crying over that retarded boyfriend who is supposedly flirting with every girl there…
If you’re doing it right, it will be nothing but ridiculous retardation to you. You won’t be fueled or sucked into the drama.
Things aren’t supposed to be the same. Things are different. And for your new life’s sake, that’s the best damn thing in the world.