The Inbetweeners

This has got to be one of the hardest things to do.  Today, I was informed of a book launch by the Communist Party of Kenya. I want to go, I just lack the resources to do so. This is not to say that I don't have the money or the time. But because I had not planned to attend the event, I had not allocated my finite resources to it. Even though, I have planned to use those same resources to engage in frivolities like seeing the next MCU movie, catching up with new and old friends, and buying the things I need to keep myself sane. The book launch was not a priority, and I feel guilty about that. I feel guilty that I do not want to allocate resources to support a cause I believe in. I feel guilty that I would rather give Daddy Disney more of my time, money and mental energy, that the Communist Party of Kenya. I feel guilty that my belief in socialism is only skin-deep; easily undermined by self-interest and social anxieties. That, when push came to shove, I could not put my money where...

How do you remedy a lifetime of self-neglect and denial? How do you stop minimising yourself and your accomplishments after decades of the very same? Put simply, how do you back yourself when you never learned how? I wish it were as simple as finding a new comic book or series to watch. I suppose, in many ways, it is.  At the very beginning of this journey, you shop around for a series that speaks to your values. You cut yourself some slack and allow yourself the grace of change and adaptation. After you've found what you're looking for, you take time to bask in the glow of your new love as you begin to invest in your relationship. You start to follow pages related to the content on social media, as well as specific stars themselves. You begin to research the origin and evolution of your content. You go about getting stuck in the fandom; joining subreddits and Twitter community spaces. At this point, you experience your first crisis of faith and navigate your way through this b...