Ok, so I’m overdue for an update here…
Last night as I was falling asleep I thought of something really cool to write about, but now I can’t remember what it was. I quite often have really good ideas come to me as I lie in bed at night and I always assumer I’ll remember them the next day, but I never do. I need a voice recorder to keep by my bed so that I can quickly record the ideas before I fall asleep.
I’ve found myself in a reflective mood lately. The type of mood that usually leaves me to pull inward and break off contact with most of those people around me. I’m generally frustrated with my life, I don’t feel any better off than I was two years ago at this time. Indeed I definitely had more fun two years ago.
Although I could be lying to myself, as I tend to be overly nostalgic, and paint my past in a rosy picture.
I think one of my personal problems is that I have a high sense of self-worth, but low self-confidence. I’m disinclined to do anything that could possibly cause me pain (emotional or physical). I also tend to not be very open with people. I tend to reveal outrageous things that uncover nothing (or very little) about me personally rather than to share anything that would truly give a person insight into my personality.
I play my cards close to the vest, probably closer than is healthy. I don’t think anyone out there really “knows” me…
This post is one of the most personal things I’ve shared in a long time, and even as I sit here, I’m strongly considering deleting it…
SNIFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFF
ummmmm lunch over christmas break? if dave is up to it?
I think your problems would disappear if you blogged about NPH being gay.
yeah, I’ll go to lunch. I’m hungry
Yes Holly, let us have lunch.
Dave, what’s with your obsession with NPH being gay? Do you have a problem with it? Why the focus on his being gay? Can’t I just blog about NPH in general, or do I have to concentrate on his gayness?
No, you can blog on just NPH if you want but it’d be more interesting if you talked about his homosexuality.
I still don’t get how he could be gay. What about all those years he spent with Wanda? What about that time he was all nervous to give her an apendectomy because he’d see her cooter? If he were gay he wouldn’t have been nervous, he’d be disgusted. So, in short, I don’t believe he’d gay.
Just came across your blog. I had to make a comment on this post as it creeped me out. It creeped me out because it was as if you were describing me. I am not sure I could have ever put those words together. You nailed it and now I have to save this text and absorb this accurate breakdown of myself.
People like us rock… if we just had the chance to.