Everyone deals with unimaginable pain in their own way, and everyone is entitled to that, without judgement.
While many see it as an end state, I choose to see it as a process. Perfection has no finish line, therefore it can never be measured. It is a constant journey made up of daily steps.
What are you willing to tolerate in terms of your career, love life, friendships, or life in general? How much are you willing to accept? Me?
And if I want to try being a waitress for the sheer fact that I think the work that gets you knee-deep in the human experience is more important than work that pays you well, and you want to dub me an idiot for that because I don’t have to do it, then so be it.
Expect trust. Without trust, you have nothing. Your partner should trust you completely until you give them a reason otherwise. If they don’t trust you, if they’re already paranoid in the beginning and try to control you, the relationship is doomed. Because it’s not about you. IT’S NEVER ABOUT YOU.
But normal is an impossible, undefined ideal. While it feels decadent, possibly destructive, to only worry about being happy with yourself or at least happy with the ways you are unhappy, you can’t exactly go around comparing yourself to all the people who have no better idea of the holy-normal than you do.