Yep - you read that right - My Faults.  I have no idea what has possessed me to write this blog, but I actually got the idea yesterday while reading something and thought I'd better not write that, but it's still on my mind and I thought what the heck.  I might regret this but here goes nothing....
I'm not trusting of people.  I've been hurt too many times and in too many ways.
I don't let people get very close to me.  That kind of goes with the first one, but it's actually been such a downfall for me lately.  All my friends who know me inside out don't live close - as in not even in the same state.  I have friends here, but not that know me like my best friends do.  I long for the days when I could call up one of best friends and they just knew I was having a bad day and we would go out to dinner or even just to walk around Target for hours. 
I'm terrible at returning phone calls.  And library books that I check out at the public library for my classroom library. 
I am OCD about the weirdest things - especially food.
I am horrible at starting up conversations with people - especially if I barely know them.  Put me in a room with people my age and I secretly cringe inside (I also believe I have a slight social anxiety problem)  Sometimes I get so nervous that my mind starts working faster than my mouth and I mix up all my words.  Put me in a room with five and six year olds and I'll do just fine - and teach those goobers to read while I'm at it!  :)
I set my expectations too high.  I always plan out the way I want things to go in my head, which usually takes the liking of a romantic comedy, but as I have found out life is not like the movies.
I can act like a jealous junior high girl when it comes to my husband. 
Geez - I have issues.  I still have no idea why I'm writing this, but for some strange reason I feel I tiny bit better after doing so.  Go figure.  And I'm sure if I sat here long enough I could add plenty more.  But I think I'll cut myself a break for now.  Please don't take this as I'm a depressed person in any way.  I'm not.  I just felt like getting that off my chest for some reason.  I'm also pretty darn random most of the time.  :)
 
1 comment:
Awww :( I almost cried at this. I SO feel like all of those things you just described! Oh how I do miss those simple days of sitting in the hallway of Harper Hall at 1AM or walking around Target all day!
You're such an awesome sister friend, and I love ya despite your imaginary 'faults', lol :-)
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