Hmmm
I'm traditionally a "rambler" and what better way to ramble than on a live journal that nobody reads, especially since I don't have a link. The sad thing, is that this is much more like keeping a regular journal that is private. That being said, the exception is that if anybody is actually crazy enough to actually read my talking to myself, can do just that.
Very Strange.
Anyway, I think I'll talk to myself about people.
I really am having the strangest sensation that I really do "love" all of my friends. I value them so much, it really is a crazy sensation. How much value can a person put in their relationshps? I don't know but it seems that whenever I go with a big bunch of friends, its like wow, what a fantastic bunch of people.
My problem is that i tend to make an ass of myself. I hate me when I do that. Its just that moment of instant regret. It is the worst feeling in the world. I wish I could understand myself sometimes. But that is the price of being the occasional center of attention.
I would hardly say that I am attention obsessed. Admittedly, I enjoy the occasional attention, who doesent? But I just hate socially screwing up so badly.
On that note, how does it seem like I always screw up for the wrong people.
Change of subject: I remember thinking people don't like to hear other people whine. I guess that's what I just did, but that's what's on my mind. And since I'm virtually talking to myself - hehe - I guess I'll deal with me.
I wonder when I'll post again. See you whenever Journal.
Very Strange.
Anyway, I think I'll talk to myself about people.
I really am having the strangest sensation that I really do "love" all of my friends. I value them so much, it really is a crazy sensation. How much value can a person put in their relationshps? I don't know but it seems that whenever I go with a big bunch of friends, its like wow, what a fantastic bunch of people.
My problem is that i tend to make an ass of myself. I hate me when I do that. Its just that moment of instant regret. It is the worst feeling in the world. I wish I could understand myself sometimes. But that is the price of being the occasional center of attention.
I would hardly say that I am attention obsessed. Admittedly, I enjoy the occasional attention, who doesent? But I just hate socially screwing up so badly.
On that note, how does it seem like I always screw up for the wrong people.
Change of subject: I remember thinking people don't like to hear other people whine. I guess that's what I just did, but that's what's on my mind. And since I'm virtually talking to myself - hehe - I guess I'll deal with me.
I wonder when I'll post again. See you whenever Journal.