Friday, August 1, 2008

See? I'm Not Perfect, So Stop Saying It!

I get very tense when I'm behind schedule, even if it's only by a few seconds.

I get very angry over the tiniest things, even if it's something as simple as the way my grandmother says Barns & Nobles with the "s" at the end of Noble, or Jimmy Neutrons with the added "s" that doesn't belong.

I critique myself everyday and I'm very self conscious, but I don't care what people think about me.

I don't like anything about myself, but I would never change anything about me.

I get jealous over something very tiny, but that jealousy lasts maybe 10 minutes, tops.

I don't get enough sleep, and it makes me feel horrible, but I continue to do so.

I crack my knuckles.

I have terrible vision.

I have so, so many things wrong with my feet.

I have bad skin.

I play with one strand of hair, over and over again because it's smooth, and I can't help it.

If someone older guy flirts with me, I'll just laugh and act like it didn't happen, when I should be insulted.

I see my mom's personality in mine, and sometimes I'm afraid of how I'll turn out as an adult.

I don't want to grow up because I don't know how well I'll be able to take care of myself.

I get lost easily when I drive myself, but when someone else drives, I know where I am at all times.

I eat healthier when I'm on vacation than I do at home.

I take what my family says about me to heart, especially if it's something they disapprove of.

I want people to know what my problems are, but I don't want to tell them, ever.

I can be very sensitive at times, especially if my parents get angry at me.

I'm competitive when I know someone is better at something than I am.

I'm afraid of being alone sometimes.

I never, ever feel awkward, but I know when someone feels awkward and I do nothing about it.

I'll still talk to people who are mean to me over and over again.

I forgive people too easily.

I'm no where near perfect, and I really hate hearing the words "You're/he's/she's/they're perfect."

(This blog is directed to someone in particular.)

1 comments:

Jessie D'Amico said...

Well let's face it... no one is perfect. And if they were ... that "perfect" person in question would be a boring carbon copy of what the image of "perfection" is supposed to be. You aren't perfect, neither am I, and neither is Joe-Shmoe or any other person on the street... but thats what makes us unique. Our little "imperfections," so to speak, are the important details that make us who we are. And the people who adore you for those imperfections are the ones that really matter and the ones who truly care about you.