Scratch That. Reverse It.

Welcome to another episode of "Unconventional Cover Art with Dominic!"

It's been a little bit, but that's perfectly okay! Think of it as catching up with a long lost friend or somethin. Makes it seem like this gap wasn't my fault.

My sisters wedding was this past weekend, so that was legit. I got to be a groomsman and everything. If you were there, thanks for coming! If you couldn't make it, we missed you! If you weren't invited, well... tough toenails that's probably on you somewhere down the line...

It went super well, and I got to see a lot of different people that I don't normally get to. All of my cousins, uncles, aunts, and my grandparents on my moms side were there, and even a few of my paternal relatives were able to make the trip up from Kenosha, so that was a huge blessing for a huge day.

With that blessing comes a curse.

As an ENFP-T, or maybe just who I am as a person in general, I love people.

I love sociality! I don't like a lot of people, but I love being around the people I CAN stand. Also, I get a lot of energy from being around people. And the people I love, I get very attached to. So you can imagine my life when legitimately everybody who means anything to me is here for the weekend, and then *boom*, they disappear.

I don't struggle with depression or anything, or anxiety, or any other sort of mental impairment, but I always, for like 24 hours after everyone leaves, feel very, very, alone.

Everybody is gone. Everybody is so far away. You don't know WHEN you'll see them again, or IF you'll see them again. You think way too hard about what the last thing you said to them was, and you always try to end your time together with "I love you" just in case it's the last thing they hear you say. My brain goes WAY too hard on thoughts like these whenever I'm faced with situations like these.

So there's a little look into what goes on inside my head occasionally

*inserts shrugging emoji because this thing won't let me use those apparently*

A very wise woman once told me, immediately after my brother moved out and on with life, that I shouldn't be sad that it's over. I should be glad that it all took place in the first place. I get that. That makes sense. I just sometimes have trouble applying it to my life.

Random story or two about my younger years, because I'm sure you all want to hear stories about me when I was even more the fool than I am now.

#1: I randomly picked up a stick from the yard and told my siblings that I was going to die with that stick, and carry it with me to the grave if need be. That was such a stupid idea, because hey, its a stick. Not even a special one. It was the plainest stick. It was the Neil Patrick Harris of sticks. Except it was straight. *ba dum tssss*

Anyway, my siblings would just take it, tell me it was a stupid idea, and chuck it back into the deep woods, never to be found again. I hated that.

#2: I used to think my siblings bullied me. Legit. I would write notes to my mom about how when she wasn't home, they would like beat me up and stuff. Dang I was overreacting to a lot of things lol. I can see why they were so frustrated all the time.

That was me stalling until I could come up with something else.

Going back to the whole "alone" theme, that's such a ridiculous thing. So many people out there feel like they're all alone for whatever reason. They're not. There is currently about 7 and 3/4 billion people on this planet. The furthest you can be from any one person is about.. well... I couldn't find those stats..

But think about the astronauts that have been on our moon! Whenever you're feeling alone, think of all the times an astronaut has been on the moon, looked at the EARTH, and thought: "Will I make it home?"

That's what I'm ending on.

-Dominic Romeo

10/14/2019

11:25 PM EST