Speed of the sound of loneliness
I'm not enjoying being a grown up. I seem to spent an awful lot of time worrying. And time not spent worrying seems to be spent telling myself that I'm not good enough. Or thin enough, or smart enough, or funny enough, or nice enough, or anything enough. Anything I think I should be, I'm not. Which is mostly due to the ridiculously high standards I set myself and my conviction that everyone I know is judging me.
I'm not quite sure what to do about this, but I've decided to spend the rest of August, politely telling myself to "Shhh!", whenever I have a typically self-critical thought. Like the one that's telling me just now not to post this because no-one wants to read my "whiny self-obsessed ramblings".
EDIT: To cement my "too grown up for my own good" mentality, I was just washing the dishes and spotted a sticker on the Fairy liquid bottle about some kind of tupperware offer. I actually thought "Ooooh! Tupperware!" for at least two whole seconds. There may be no hope.
I'm not quite sure what to do about this, but I've decided to spend the rest of August, politely telling myself to "Shhh!", whenever I have a typically self-critical thought. Like the one that's telling me just now not to post this because no-one wants to read my "whiny self-obsessed ramblings".
EDIT: To cement my "too grown up for my own good" mentality, I was just washing the dishes and spotted a sticker on the Fairy liquid bottle about some kind of tupperware offer. I actually thought "Ooooh! Tupperware!" for at least two whole seconds. There may be no hope.