The Pros and Cons of Me

The last few weeks, I’ve really been wishing I was someone else. This happens to me sometimes when I’m under a lot of pressure. I sort of retreat into fantasy and find myself wishing I was someone better than I am, someone more equipped to deal with life than I am. The desire to not be myself in these instances is palpable, it sits on my chest like a beacon of my general failure.

At first I was going to write a post about who I would want to be that wasn’t me, what I would change about myself if I had a magic wand, but then I thought that sounded awfully one sided. So, in the interest of fair and balanced bloggerism, I give you the pros and cons of me.



  • Fat
  • Loud
  • Opinionated
  • Educated
  • Intelligent
  • Creative
  • Loyal
  • Cute hair
  • Amazing boyfriend
  • Well spoken
  • Hard working
  • Excellent written and verbal communication skills
  • Funny
  • Honest
  • No credit card debt
  • Excellent taste in general
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  • Roughly $30,000 in college loan debt
  • Most likely to say the absolute worst and most terrible, hurtful thing at the exact wrong moment
  • Frequently oblivious to other people’s emotional state (see above)
  • Easily bored
  • Somewhat materialistic and petty
  • Loves a high horse and a soap box
  • Does not forgive easily
  • Will not take a hint (again, see above)
  • Not a good housekeeper
  • Problems with authority
  • Is a know-it-all
  • Frequently speaks without thinking

Anything to contest, anything to add?

P.S. I’ve just been notified that this post seems a lot like this post from February. I guess I just like making lists about myself. No big deal.

P.P.S. In reality, I don’t think I’d change a thing on me. What would I be if it weren’t for my inadequacies, my insecurities, my history? What kind of person never has to learn, never has concern or bad turns? What kind of weirdo never rhymed a P.P.S, came across as curious or asked you to remember this? When you’re a child, you make a list, a tiny kit for future shit. Sometimes it doesn’t work out, but don’t pout. What would blue sky be without dark clouds?