A long time ago a lot of things didn't bug me that do now. I don't like to admit it but it's true. I'm bugged by so many things. Yesterday my mom and I were talking about "text-iquette" and that turned into me ranting about things that I didn't like people texting me. After my rant my mom said to me, "wow, you are really sensitive." The worst thing is I think she's right and I really don't like to admit that. Who wants to be really sensitive?? No one! I want to be someone who doesn't let things get to them and who doesn't care about things but unfortunately I cannot just switch off my über sensitivity.
It is a little embarrassing to me that I am saying that I am but if I said I wasn't like that then I'd be lying.
Here are some other things I also don't like to admit: I'm very lazy, I procrastinate just about every single thing you could possibly procrastinate, I hate and avoid confrontation like it's my job, I am the master of passive aggression (don't those two go hand-in-hand?), and it is very hard for me to put how I'm feeling into words.
Writing all of that out was sort of cathartic in a weird way. Not so much embarrassing anymore. I feel a lot better.
I have posts lined up for this week so it won't be as sad as it was the last past week.
Until tomorrow,
Caroline
p.s. I wish I was still at Firefly.
Nobody is perfect, and in fact, the less perfect you are, the more likable. Plus, if you were perfect, there would be nothing to work on and that would be boring. Also, no two people are not on fire. Signed, Strong Bad
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