My Brain
Last night, I had a good time with The Niece. She's so brill and so funny.
We talked about life, introspection and how after major events, one takes the time to sit down, examine what happened and judge how it made one grow as a person, what effect it could have in the future...stuff like that.
Except...
I don't think I've ever done that, even when I was young and had my whole life before me. I don't remember ever having had some shattering experience and trying to figure out the whys and wherefores of it, how it changed me or what repercussions it might have. My reaction to shitty stuff pretty much fell into the category, "Fuck me" or "fuck them".
Does that make me shallow?
I don't know.
I don't care.
She's a very very good person, my Niece. She's an incredibly loving, forgiving and generous person. Maybe that's why she thinks so much about these kind of thngs, maybe it's because she's young. I think sometimes I disappoint her.
But, I'm me. This is me.This is all I've ever been. I whine and curse when shit happens and I wade through it because you have to.If I could get someone else to do it, I would in a second.
I'm not a "good person." Not like my Niece. And again, I don't care.
The best thing you can do for yourself is to really know yourself, warts and all. Especially the warts, and than like it.
Really get to like it a lot.
you better love yourself, because *no one* else can ever love you enough if you don't love yourself first. We all have moments of self doubt,and they can be pretty scary, moments were we feel like we're alone on the planet. Those moments suck, as Buffy put it, "Beyond the telling of it."
It really helps if you like yourself.
I know, you're probably saying, "Shut up, bitch. This advice I could get from a fortune cookie." True. But coming from me, it's more interesting, don't you think?
ETA: I'm stooopit.Real stoopit.
We talked about life, introspection and how after major events, one takes the time to sit down, examine what happened and judge how it made one grow as a person, what effect it could have in the future...stuff like that.
Except...
I don't think I've ever done that, even when I was young and had my whole life before me. I don't remember ever having had some shattering experience and trying to figure out the whys and wherefores of it, how it changed me or what repercussions it might have. My reaction to shitty stuff pretty much fell into the category, "Fuck me" or "fuck them".
Does that make me shallow?
I don't know.
I don't care.
She's a very very good person, my Niece. She's an incredibly loving, forgiving and generous person. Maybe that's why she thinks so much about these kind of thngs, maybe it's because she's young. I think sometimes I disappoint her.
But, I'm me. This is me.This is all I've ever been. I whine and curse when shit happens and I wade through it because you have to.If I could get someone else to do it, I would in a second.
I'm not a "good person." Not like my Niece. And again, I don't care.
The best thing you can do for yourself is to really know yourself, warts and all. Especially the warts, and than like it.
Really get to like it a lot.
you better love yourself, because *no one* else can ever love you enough if you don't love yourself first. We all have moments of self doubt,and they can be pretty scary, moments were we feel like we're alone on the planet. Those moments suck, as Buffy put it, "Beyond the telling of it."
It really helps if you like yourself.
I know, you're probably saying, "Shut up, bitch. This advice I could get from a fortune cookie." True. But coming from me, it's more interesting, don't you think?
ETA: I'm stooopit.Real stoopit.
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:)
I guess i dunno what your warts are, but...
I lurve you.
I do.
Really.
And you're so right, and you'd make a GREAT fortune cookie writer.
And it sounds like you love yourself just fine, and i'm right there with ya, 'cause - this is ME, and i'm just fine.
*hugs you hard*
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*does handshake back*
*forgets how and hurts self*
:)