Sometimes, I get aggravated that all I'm posting is little things - there's not much philosophical or deep thinking going on here - because the deep thinking that I'm doing isn't much, and of the little that's there, it's very private. Some things I'm dealing with on my own. I wish I was a more intellectual person, someone who could logically break things down and discuss them rationally with people. But I'm not like that. I think about things but I don't sit down and wonder about why God made oxygen for us to breath when he could have made our bodies operate on just nitrogen or what the ethics are of that particular decision and how it would affect our great-great-great grandchildren. :P
I like to enjoy things. I like to share things with others that they will enjoy. I like to create. I like to experience beauty. I like to love.
I just wish sometimes that I was a bit more expressive, a bit more humorous, someone worth listening to. I often feel like people don't listen to me - that I am cut out of conversations, that I'm just there b/c someone needs me to listen. Don't get me wrong, I like to listen. But I've recently discovered I have a voice. And there are things I want to say. But I feel intimidated by others and will remain silent, although later I will feel dejected and angry towards those who don't pay attention to me. My faults are many and my virtues are few. I don't have a lot to recommend me. Also, I am a weird being. Because of being raised as a nomad/MK/vegetarian/legalistic Baptist/homeschooler, I have many quirky attributes. Not many of which are "cool" quirky attributes. They're just...quirky.
Another post where I just talk about myself. Gosh, how vain am I?!?!?
Sigh.
Poetry to come, perhaps.
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