I hold a lot of beliefs or thoughts. I don’t believe every belief equally. Most of them I just hold in the back of my head and compare to what I see as I experience life. A lot of the time, I don’t even pursue satisfaction of my curiosity about them because I think it’s a waste of time.
I think there is such a thing as sleeping with too many women.
In my heart of hearts, I want to get married and have four children.
I think it’s possible that the earth may be flat.
I believe in the theory of r/K selection.
My life’s dream is to buy an island off the coast of Brazil.
That’s to name a few. At this point in time, I don’t really express everything I believe except to my best friend and a maybe a mentor of mine. Anyone else I’d talk to would likely call me crazy in some shape or another. The thing is – the reason I don’t talk to them, more than the fact that the conversation would go likely nowhere, is that they’d never be prepared for my response to being called crazy or a tin-foil hat conspiracy theorist.
“God…I hope so.”