Plagued by Sass
I must be a late-bloomer. I feel like now I'm ready for things I should have been ready for 4 years ago. It's exciting, but kind of a bummer. It would have been more fun to be who I am now but 4 years earlier.
I have a habit of knowing what I should feel or think or do, but not doing it. There are so many quotes and proverbs against that very practice. I am an excellent bad-habiter. And, may I just point out, what amazingly positive perspective I have towards this situation! I could be spitting on myself for having a bad habit...a very potentially self-destructive bad habit at that, but no...I am able to see my self in a positive light despite my cruddy ways. I'm a good bad-habiter. Yay me.
In moments like this, when everything is calm and the world is in the middle of a sigh, I can be completely motivated to "grab life by the balls," as they say - really try to take advantage of the amazing little everythings that are out there to be had. Alas, when I'm out there in the world - and it's not sighing but doing everything but - I forget to see all those everythings. Usually I see very few, and I do even less.
I wish I had the guts - and money - to just not be normal. I am not a very brave person alot of the time, but I'm trying to get better at that. And occationally, I have little triumphs. Nothing huge, if you weren't me, you wouldn't even know what had happened. But in a very small way, it's exciting. For example, almost every day I go to the gas station across the parking lot from the bank to get a little something for lunch. The man who owns the gas station is an older gentleman - one of those men who like to pretend they're very crabby but are really quite nice. Every time I go in there, he always gives me a hard time for some reason or another, and everytime I just smile and shrug, take my coffee and snack and head out the door. Well! The last time I was in there...which was last week...he gave me his usual sassy comment, and I, yes me - Christy - gave a sassy comment back! I was so proud of me. I mean, I can really sass it up around my family and close friends, but out in the world with practically a perfect stranger? Wow...I should declare that day Sassy Christy Day.
Anyway...enough of that silliness...
It's not a horrible thing to be embarrassed. At the very least, you'll have an answer next time someone asks you what you're most embarrassing moment is. And those usually turn out to be fun conversations.
I have a habit of knowing what I should feel or think or do, but not doing it. There are so many quotes and proverbs against that very practice. I am an excellent bad-habiter. And, may I just point out, what amazingly positive perspective I have towards this situation! I could be spitting on myself for having a bad habit...a very potentially self-destructive bad habit at that, but no...I am able to see my self in a positive light despite my cruddy ways. I'm a good bad-habiter. Yay me.
In moments like this, when everything is calm and the world is in the middle of a sigh, I can be completely motivated to "grab life by the balls," as they say - really try to take advantage of the amazing little everythings that are out there to be had. Alas, when I'm out there in the world - and it's not sighing but doing everything but - I forget to see all those everythings. Usually I see very few, and I do even less.
I wish I had the guts - and money - to just not be normal. I am not a very brave person alot of the time, but I'm trying to get better at that. And occationally, I have little triumphs. Nothing huge, if you weren't me, you wouldn't even know what had happened. But in a very small way, it's exciting. For example, almost every day I go to the gas station across the parking lot from the bank to get a little something for lunch. The man who owns the gas station is an older gentleman - one of those men who like to pretend they're very crabby but are really quite nice. Every time I go in there, he always gives me a hard time for some reason or another, and everytime I just smile and shrug, take my coffee and snack and head out the door. Well! The last time I was in there...which was last week...he gave me his usual sassy comment, and I, yes me - Christy - gave a sassy comment back! I was so proud of me. I mean, I can really sass it up around my family and close friends, but out in the world with practically a perfect stranger? Wow...I should declare that day Sassy Christy Day.
Anyway...enough of that silliness...
It's not a horrible thing to be embarrassed. At the very least, you'll have an answer next time someone asks you what you're most embarrassing moment is. And those usually turn out to be fun conversations.