There's a constant tension between on the one hand realising that none of us is perfect, and I'm certainly never going to be, and if I spend my time trying to be I'll inevitably fail and focus that wasted energy on myself when I should be focusing it on my family and others; and on the other hand trying to be less of a c**t.
I wish I liked myself more. I'd be much happier if I did. I tend to reflect my dislike of parts of myself onto the same attributes in others, which is neither attractive nor pleasant. Other people seem to enjoy my company, but I'm not always sure why.
Posted By: Old Man, Nov 6, 20:07:17
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