I Started A Joke
I went to the shops with my mum and I was able to find a replacement for those boots that I mentioned in my last post. There were two other pairs of the same boots in the same size so I got the ones that looked the best and quadruple-checked that they weren’t damaged! 😄 I’m really quite relieved.
It’s hit past midnight here, and it’s the 27th of September – happy birthday Sebby! ♥️ Hope you have a lovely day. 🙂
I had to clean the house today (technically yesterday, I suppose). It was not an enjoyable task. We’re going to have visitors in the next few days, so my mum wanted to clean up and make sure everything is neat and tidy. I’m sure some of us don’t like excessive chores, and for me that is no exception. I honestly don’t mind doing chores, but the moment I am forced, all drive is crushed. Being pressured is something I’ve never liked in any way. Being pressured to make a decision. Being pressured to do something I don’t want to. Being pressured to go on and on at a pace that is too fast for my liking.
When it comes to things I dislike, I take a moment to analyse myself. The reasons I dislike things isn’t always just purely because I dislike them. Sometimes there are ulterior factors in relation to my personality that set me off certain things.
I have decided to list a few qualities about myself. I feel like it explains a lot of who I am, and it helps me realise my own flaws, because hey – no one is perfect.
I’m extremely terrible at making up my mind, and when it comes to a fork in the road, I will stop and I will look both ways and even if one is infinitely better than the other, I will still have trouble coming up with something. Anything from food, to jewellery, to what assignment to start on next – I just can’t make up my mind.
Little things hurt me. Small comments hurt me. I’m easily swayed and easily hurt. Sometimes I can’t take a joke.
I have a short temper.
I’m easily annoyed. This, coupled with being overly sensitive, is a nasty combination for outbursts of many cuss words, tearing stress balls to pieces, and punching pillows. I don’t resort to self-harm anymore; it’s a path I’ve been down that I don’t want to go down again.
I hate leaving things unfinished.
I hate being disturbed. If something or someone distracts me when I’m doing something, it irritates me. Leading to the short temper I was just referring to. Whether I’m writing a blog, typing a comment on someone’s blog, typing an essay, writing an email, playing a song on my guitar, or eating lunch, I really hate having to stop in the middle of what I’m doing and having to do something else.
It’s a reason I love planning, too. I like to have something to follow. But I don’t like leaving the computer mid-sentence, having to do something in the middle of a meal, or even just cutting off a discussion with someone.
I really am.
That said, though, all this pulled together, forms the basis of a myriad of excuses. I know I haven’t been very active online lately. I didn’t have a very good day today. I haven’t had a good weekend, all in all. Yeah, there are comments to return, some reviews left to do; I’ll get around to it. /um