uhhh what?
so I'm supposed to ask my advisor something and I forget what it is.
I know what it's in regards to but I don't know what my exact question is supposed tp be.
This frustrates me because I know if I don't ask it my mum will be pissed but I don't know what it is.
This happens to me a lot and you would think I would know my own question and everyone probably thinks I'm a nut for not remembering something so simple... but I'm realizing why for all these years, I can't remember something i'm supposed to ask someone.
They aren't really my questions.
My mum is always very into asking questions and she is very pushy about the answer. Almost like she knows the answer but testing to see if you say it right and if you don't she'll think you're an idiot.
Me? If you can even get me to ask a question you can respond and I'll just be like "Okayy!" and I'm on my way.
Maybe that's bad? But really I think my mum just needs to be a lawyer or something.
I am very passive with things such as these. Much like my father.
But much like my mother, I hate drama and rumors and people hurting others for fun and will most definitely be the first to stand up to that.
where was I going with this?
I drive myself insane when I write in this.
Rarely do I ever write about my day or what I did over the weekend or events happeneing moment to moment but rather things happening over time and throughout my life. Things deeper within my mind than "so I woke up this morning and fell on my face. not so hawt." I mean if I fell on my face I supposed I would write about that but then it would continue to go on with "a long time ago my grandmother told me that when something bad happens in the beginning of your day, don't think it will be a bad day. you can make it beter for youself. you can always MAKE it better." and then go into depth about how wise my grandmother always was and the psychology of it all and how I feel I can do things like that and how I used to think the opposite.
I really do get into the psychology of everything. never the basics.
Only in this sad excuse for a journal do I go deeper then I really need to.
I know that because when I'm done I feel like I wrote a bunch of useless crap and when and if I go back and read it someday I will ask myself "wasn't there anything important that happened to me that I felt I had to write about? or am I really this sad that I resort to the physics of the mind to tell a story or describe my life?"
I wish everything around me was paint.
I know what it's in regards to but I don't know what my exact question is supposed tp be.
This frustrates me because I know if I don't ask it my mum will be pissed but I don't know what it is.
This happens to me a lot and you would think I would know my own question and everyone probably thinks I'm a nut for not remembering something so simple... but I'm realizing why for all these years, I can't remember something i'm supposed to ask someone.
They aren't really my questions.
My mum is always very into asking questions and she is very pushy about the answer. Almost like she knows the answer but testing to see if you say it right and if you don't she'll think you're an idiot.
Me? If you can even get me to ask a question you can respond and I'll just be like "Okayy!" and I'm on my way.
Maybe that's bad? But really I think my mum just needs to be a lawyer or something.
I am very passive with things such as these. Much like my father.
But much like my mother, I hate drama and rumors and people hurting others for fun and will most definitely be the first to stand up to that.
where was I going with this?
I drive myself insane when I write in this.
Rarely do I ever write about my day or what I did over the weekend or events happeneing moment to moment but rather things happening over time and throughout my life. Things deeper within my mind than "so I woke up this morning and fell on my face. not so hawt." I mean if I fell on my face I supposed I would write about that but then it would continue to go on with "a long time ago my grandmother told me that when something bad happens in the beginning of your day, don't think it will be a bad day. you can make it beter for youself. you can always MAKE it better." and then go into depth about how wise my grandmother always was and the psychology of it all and how I feel I can do things like that and how I used to think the opposite.
I really do get into the psychology of everything. never the basics.
Only in this sad excuse for a journal do I go deeper then I really need to.
I know that because when I'm done I feel like I wrote a bunch of useless crap and when and if I go back and read it someday I will ask myself "wasn't there anything important that happened to me that I felt I had to write about? or am I really this sad that I resort to the physics of the mind to tell a story or describe my life?"
I wish everything around me was paint.