Number one beats a number two any day. As I reflect on the amount of infidelity that has surrounded the world, a number one always beats a number 2. If you want to see, try turning your phone off for a week and see if you get a correspondence in another way.
In the case of number one beats number 2, I choose me over all external factors that are unfamiliar. I’d be darned if I let a number 2 situation drive me bonkers.
I choose me. Maybe it may sound narcissistic, but I’d rather start posting pictures celebrating my happiness, because any other way would be phony bologna. A number one sure beats a number 2. I will no longer stress over any more number 2 situations, meaning anything that is unfamiliar.