Confessions of a Happy Person
I took the Pottermore sorting quiz and I got Hufflepuff :(
Sometimes I get embarrassed that I write this blog.
I really love research and being a grad student... but sometimes I wonder if it's worth all the work and stress.
If things could always be worse, then when is it OK to complain? When I'm dead???
I think I'm a pretty average person, but sometimes I wonder if maybe it's just because I'm around people that are more awkward/weird/nerdy than I am.
I worry that the way I see myself, isn't how other people see me. I don't think I'm worried about what other people think of me... I think I'm just worried about being totally wrong and not knowing it.
I know worrying never helps anyone. And telling me not to worry only makes me worry that you think I worry too much... which is probably true. But I don't want you thinking that.
Don't tell me to be happy. I'm tired of pretending to be happy when I'm not.
(I know you're just trying to help and you want what's best for me. I just want to know that everything will be OK)
(I know you're just trying to help and you want what's best for me. I just want to know that everything will be OK)
If I seem unapproachable, shy or quiet, it's not that I don't like you, I just hate small talk and it takes a lot of energy for me.
Sometimes happy, nice people annoy me... even though I'm probably one of those people. Sometimes I annoy myself.
I definitely have moments when I annoy myself too.
ReplyDeleteI think there can be good from worrying (in the right amount and the right time). Like protecting you from a dangerous situation or motivating you to prepare for a situation. It's when worry prevents us from doing anything :(