THANK GOD MY PENIS FELL OFF

I bitch way too much. I have a great family, good friends, I'm finally out of debt, and I am happy with my resume. I look over this blog and I see a whole lotta bitchin'.

The reason I'm bringing this up is because I think a part of me has always looked for an excuse for NOT succeeding. Or maybe I was always looking for a justification for how I was feeling. Not sure. Here is a petty example but an example none-the-less: My hairline started receding when I was about 23 years old. Friends told me I should try using Rogain. I scoffed at them. I told them I should be happy with who I am regardless of how I look. And that if other people were going to judge me on my lack of hair than fuck them. And deep down I do believe that. But truthfully, after the initial shock of it all, I was a little bit happy to be losing my hair.

Why would I be happy to be losing my hair? It's a good questions. I think, especially at that time in my life, I was insecure with so many things about myself and particularly with why a woman would like me over someone else, I thought somehow losing my hair could act as the excuse for my other insecurities.

Like I said, it's a petty example. I find it interesting though. And I think sometimes I might still fall into that trap (on a much less consistent basis though) where I'm somewhat happy to have something bad happen because it gives me an excuse not to face my other insecurities.

Do we need to face our insecurities? Are we supposed to try to "fix" them or simply accept them?