The Anatomy of My Thoughts = Rowan-ism

I've never been a fan of fate. I've always believed that "meant to be" only existed in fiction. Looking back at the last few years, I'm called to question that belief. Its funny really. I used to be a hardcore atheist. I guess my perspective has changed. No I don't believe that there is a God, neither do I believe that there isn't one. The fact is that I just don't know, and I am okay with not knowing. Lately I've been feeling a push. It is as if there are tiny cosmic signals nudging me towards the right direction, reasuring me that all is where it should be and that things happen for a reason. For example: I had to meet A. to open up to B. who would eventually guide me through tough times. When those times are over, B disappears and C arrives to teach me an important lesson and once I had learned, C would leave to make room for D who would teach me something new. Something along those lines. All I know is I've learned so much in the pa...

Blood: I'm a little worried. I've had two nosebleeds in the span of 3 days. These were accompanied by headaches. TV tropes have me thinking that I'm about to die of some sort of brain injury. It's probably just a minor tear in the mucosal membrane on the inside of my nose... I don't know if its worth having a doctor have a look at it. I'll mention it at my next visit tho. Ink: So, my new ink is almost finished. I have one more session to go to finish up the wing and final touches. This is a picture of the fresh tattoo. Its almost fully healed now, no more itching and peeling. Its not quite as gruesome as any of you might think. I wish the heart was more like the drawing I made last year. Did it hurt? It did. It was an annoying prickling through most of the areas and a burning tickle when the artist went over a bony bit. A photo posted by Ron / Rowan / Wan (@rowanity) on Oct 19, 2014 at 10:19am PDT Tears: I've shed tears over the plig...

A photo posted by Ron / Rowan / Wan (@rowanity) on Jul 29, 2016 at 9:24pm PDT I do not have much control over many of my physical attributes, so compliments on my appearance shouldn't make me feel so good, but it does. Yes, perhaps I do have a way with my makeup (an obsession almost) but I keep having this gut wrenching feeling that something is inherently wrong with my desire to be physically attractive. Lets divvy the argument up into two sides (says my ex debater brain) Firstly, from an evolutionary perspective, its simple. A more average face is a more attractive face. A more average face - should have a more mixed set of genes and hence better fitness. We try to make ourselves more attractive because of sexual selection. The more physically attractive we are (or seem), the more likely we are to find ourselves in the midst of a physically attractive mate. Now physical attractiveness can mean anything from fat deposits in certain parts of the body...