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.
- Cute hair
- Amazing boyfriend
- Well spoken
- Hard working
- Excellent written and verbal communication skills
- No credit card debt
- Excellent taste in general
- 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?