CrystalGeezer
My secret's my enzyme.
Which is what comes right after cream of da cream. Weirdo, second position. Whoopedoo.
Second position = Cream bruLAY.
Which is what comes right after cream of da cream. Weirdo, second position. Whoopedoo.
Jesus Christ, why can't I just behave like a normal person sometimes?
You're vaguebooking. What did you do?
Without going into too much detail, I reacted inexcusably to someone actually attempting to be nice. Not to their face, more secretly fuming, but still. They undoubtedly meant well, but I seem to have some kind of chip on my shoulder about feeling like I'm being patronised, even though it would be horribly awkward anyway if I did what they want me to. I don't know whether it's me being horrible and neurotic and stupid, or other people not approaching the silly little issues I have in the right way because they don't know me well enough.
Sorry, needed a vent.
Hidden because I know not everyone wants to read my little rants and it's kind of embarrassing actually, but I don't really have any other outlet at the moment.
Bloody hell, I'm so antisocial and stroppy today. Someone please snap me out of it.
I know EXACTLY how you feel.
Sometimes my mom, in a complete act of kindness, will buy me something sweet. But in my brain I'll get so effing pissed that it's some sign or something and lose my shit with her and it's so wrong, because I'm really losing my shit with the sign, not exactly her. She's super patient with me but late at night when I'm recounting the day and dozing off to sleep, I feel like I am so unreasonable and unkind towards her in my moments. She'll do the patronizing thing too without knowing that she's doing it and it takes every once of normalcy and at-oneness or whatever in me to shrug it off.
Yeah, it's a really odd and unpleasant feeling because it's so difficult not to read things into it that may or may not be there and to fume over it. I don't know about you, but I always feel kind of torn between just gritting my teeth and accepting that people don't necessarily mean any harm vs. being cautious/paranoid. It's strange because I do really value kindness as a personality trait, but when it's manifested in ways that don't suit me I can't bear it.
Thanks for posting that, I actually found it quite comforting.
My cousins daughter Lowah who is 3 years old fell in the stairs and broke her arm. Now she has a cast arm, her mother just sent me a picture of it....it's kind of cute, little Lowah walking around with a huge cast arm