HUMANS OF THE PFISTER | JULY 2016 | Continued
More than anything, I treasure my friendships. I love taking care of my girlfriends. I’m married, and I love him, and that’s all fine and dandy. But as you get older, you need your friends more and more. When you’re in your 20’s, you think and talk about stupid shit. I mean, we’re not talking about deep things all the time, but you know what I mean. I love to laugh with them, tell a good, funny story–things that are really living and that are new experiences. One thing I really love to do is bike with my girlfriends (I’m a member of the advanced cycling team Velo Femmes). They make me happy. And to me, happiness is a state of freedom, of being unencumbered, with no stress, free of worry and life’s pressures.
I think I felt the most free when I stopped giving a shit what people thought. I’m not an ass or anything, but I just stopped caring what society thought I should be, what people said about my age, all the compartments people wanted to put me into. I just don’t care anymore, which has been so freeing. And I also stopped judging other people, which is a good thing. I’m interested in making myself happy instead of relying on others to make me happy. I have confidence in my own skin.
There are so many horrible things happening in this world right now: random people being shot by the police, random police shootings, kids getting killed. It makes all the little things we worry about pale in comparison.
In the end, I want people at my funeral to say good things about me not just to say good things–but because I was a good person.