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Every time I get on Facebook I see a post poking fun at millennials for needing a “safe space.” The only thought I have is, “Goodness, why am I even on this website?” I then switch over to Pinterest – which I have customized to the point that it is a well-oiled machine that never rarely disappoints. To be honest, I’m just tired of politics. For me, politics come up nearly every day. I don’t instigate it, but my life is filled with people who are very vocal about their stances regardless of how close to/soon after it is after an election.  That may be the main reason I have never mentioned politics on here. This is my safe space. (Pun intended.) To be honest, I think the whole concept of a "safe space" is out of hand. People on both sides of the argument are being a little ridiculous. Here's why. People were designed to need a safe space. I'm sure you're confused now considering I just said the whole concept is out of hand and ridiculous. Instead of

This is a rare post where I don't have a "realization" or some kind of aha moment. I don't have a silver lining, a word of encouragement, or something inspiring to say. To put it bluntly, I got on here to whine because I find comfort in letting my broken heart bleed on a page. There is nothing to writing. All you do is sit at a typewriter and bleed. - Ernest Hemingway Enough. That's all I ever wanted to be. I never asked to be the best: someone's best friend, the best student with the best grades, the best member of the band, the family favorite, the best taste in music (that's important), the prettiest girl in the room, the best leader, the best writer, the best guitar player, the funniest in the group, the best speaker, the wisest person, or even the best Christian. I never asked to be the best anything. All I ever hoped to be was enough. Enough to make someone want to stay . I gave up on the idea of being the best a long time ago. But after