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As I may have informed some of you in the past, I am prone to complexes which sometimes have devestating effects on my daily self. I lose wittiness, get shy, bump into things, and withdraw from social situations. And I get tired. Then sometimes I get a headache.
These are all side effects of my complexes which usually consist of irrational thoughts obsessively propelling themselves through my brain making it impossible to focus on anything other than that thought.
These self-professed complexes range in seriousness levels from "I think I am wide today," or "my head is a funny shape so I have to wear my hair a certain way to cover it up" to "why the heck am I incapable of making a very reasonable descision regauding a boy that I happen to be attracted to," or "I am not excellent in anything."
When these thoughts occur I am reasonable enough to realize that they are not true, but sometimes I let them get to me. They block out the naturally fun Marin and replace her with the awkwardly quite Marin. I hate the latter (espeacially when she shows during fun times with singing and Beatles movies), and try very hard to supress her.
Maybe I am just an introvert that has not had enough time to herself lately.
Or maybe I just need to get my replacement cell phone so that I can communicate these things to by best friend instead of burdening live journal readers seeking to read something containing energy and wit.
Either way, I think for the moment I am complex free. For the moment...
These are all side effects of my complexes which usually consist of irrational thoughts obsessively propelling themselves through my brain making it impossible to focus on anything other than that thought.
These self-professed complexes range in seriousness levels from "I think I am wide today," or "my head is a funny shape so I have to wear my hair a certain way to cover it up" to "why the heck am I incapable of making a very reasonable descision regauding a boy that I happen to be attracted to," or "I am not excellent in anything."
When these thoughts occur I am reasonable enough to realize that they are not true, but sometimes I let them get to me. They block out the naturally fun Marin and replace her with the awkwardly quite Marin. I hate the latter (espeacially when she shows during fun times with singing and Beatles movies), and try very hard to supress her.
Maybe I am just an introvert that has not had enough time to herself lately.
Or maybe I just need to get my replacement cell phone so that I can communicate these things to by best friend instead of burdening live journal readers seeking to read something containing energy and wit.
Either way, I think for the moment I am complex free. For the moment...