And another thing...
Are bits of me flaking off? Are little tiny tears in the fabric of my personality fraying in the wash? Am I fading in the sunlight? Do you notice a bit of a patina on my otherwise shiny demeanor?
Is it the summer blues? Is it a loss of interest? Is it depression? Is it paranoia?
Probably all of the above.
I guess I'm just becoming worried about the effect I seem to have on people - i.e. the one that makes them want to flee me or fight me (and sometimes both).
I am apparently very unsettling. I have been told this before (note the quotes from friends below - and this is when they're being nice), but the past few months have just confirmed my suspicions. I guess it has something to do with my inability to interact with others. I'm quite shy. I'm quite nervous. I'm quite paranoid. I have the tendency to look a peoples' left ear when they're talking (direct quote). I hide in my apartment. I can't spell and my grammar is unforgivable. I need to learn how to introduce quotations (direct quote). I try too hard (direct quote). I have no tact (direct quote). I repeat myself over and over because I have nothing to say. I make sarcastic comments that aren't really funny because I don't know what else to do (direct quote). I don't make time for people (direct quote). I tell people what I really think when they ask me. I pick fights (direct quote). I gossip. I am an intellectual snob (direct quote). And most people I meet don't like me (I have numbers to back this one up). Even people who love me would label me as "abrasive" (direct quote).
Is this a confession? Is this a public notice? I don't know. I guess I'm just feeling like a bull in a china shop these days. It happens to me occasionally - I'll get over it. One thing is clear - I will never be a politician.
The sad thing is that I really WANT to be one of the nice kids. Maybe I can take classes or something...
Please don't comment - it will only make me feel like I'm fishing for compliments and I'm not. I just want you to know: I know I'm like this; I'm working on it.
Is it the summer blues? Is it a loss of interest? Is it depression? Is it paranoia?
Probably all of the above.
I guess I'm just becoming worried about the effect I seem to have on people - i.e. the one that makes them want to flee me or fight me (and sometimes both).
I am apparently very unsettling. I have been told this before (note the quotes from friends below - and this is when they're being nice), but the past few months have just confirmed my suspicions. I guess it has something to do with my inability to interact with others. I'm quite shy. I'm quite nervous. I'm quite paranoid. I have the tendency to look a peoples' left ear when they're talking (direct quote). I hide in my apartment. I can't spell and my grammar is unforgivable. I need to learn how to introduce quotations (direct quote). I try too hard (direct quote). I have no tact (direct quote). I repeat myself over and over because I have nothing to say. I make sarcastic comments that aren't really funny because I don't know what else to do (direct quote). I don't make time for people (direct quote). I tell people what I really think when they ask me. I pick fights (direct quote). I gossip. I am an intellectual snob (direct quote). And most people I meet don't like me (I have numbers to back this one up). Even people who love me would label me as "abrasive" (direct quote).
Is this a confession? Is this a public notice? I don't know. I guess I'm just feeling like a bull in a china shop these days. It happens to me occasionally - I'll get over it. One thing is clear - I will never be a politician.
The sad thing is that I really WANT to be one of the nice kids. Maybe I can take classes or something...
Please don't comment - it will only make me feel like I'm fishing for compliments and I'm not. I just want you to know: I know I'm like this; I'm working on it.
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