Closet Full of Dead Hookers
This entry really doesnt have anything to do with closets or hookers, but I thought it would sound better with that title.
I had dinner with a friend tonight and realized that I can be pretty bad at carrying on a conversation. I always knew I was a private person, but I just hadn't known to what extent. There are a select few who I can talk to without any resistance, and then there are those I am comfortable sharing personal stuff, and then theres pretty much everyone else. I suppose I'm putting this on an open forum so I can try to overcome whatever it is that I'm doing, or not.
*Side Note*
Maybe this is why I have a hard time writing about people. It may be too hard to be able
to write about them. Hopefully that'll improve.
*Side Note*
Yeah, so I suppose I'll try to talk more during conversations rather than just listen. I've got the listen/respond down pretty well but its not balanced.
....fuck that. I'm only 22 and there's plenty of time for me to do all the shit I need to do. Damn, I'm all about self-improvement recently. Now I'm just going to be me, and if it evers becomes a problem that the police have to settle then I'll consider to change it. Things have always gone well for me when I've just been myself and I have no doubts that'll continue to do so. Hey, maybe I'll find $100 tomorrow. Who knows? I guess that doesn't really have to do with the rest of the entry, but oh well. Thus far everything has been good and will continue to be. Now its time for me to take the hookers out of the closet before my housemate complains of the smell.
I had dinner with a friend tonight and realized that I can be pretty bad at carrying on a conversation. I always knew I was a private person, but I just hadn't known to what extent. There are a select few who I can talk to without any resistance, and then there are those I am comfortable sharing personal stuff, and then theres pretty much everyone else. I suppose I'm putting this on an open forum so I can try to overcome whatever it is that I'm doing, or not.
*Side Note*
Maybe this is why I have a hard time writing about people. It may be too hard to be able
to write about them. Hopefully that'll improve.
*Side Note*
Yeah, so I suppose I'll try to talk more during conversations rather than just listen. I've got the listen/respond down pretty well but its not balanced.
....fuck that. I'm only 22 and there's plenty of time for me to do all the shit I need to do. Damn, I'm all about self-improvement recently. Now I'm just going to be me, and if it evers becomes a problem that the police have to settle then I'll consider to change it. Things have always gone well for me when I've just been myself and I have no doubts that'll continue to do so. Hey, maybe I'll find $100 tomorrow. Who knows? I guess that doesn't really have to do with the rest of the entry, but oh well. Thus far everything has been good and will continue to be. Now its time for me to take the hookers out of the closet before my housemate complains of the smell.