I spend more time with myself that anyone else. In getting to know me, I have learned that I am a naturally happy person that instinctively reacts negatively to most everything.
I am not sure exactly why this is. I may have been conditioned this way as a child or maybe a strand of my dna is wired differently. Nonetheless, my fulcrum is heavily skewed to the negative despite my inability to wipe this smile off my face. Quite a strange combination.
I am not good at accepting compliments. I tend to think that most people are not genuine and/or have a secret agenda.
I believe most people want to see me fail.
Although actions may speak louder than words, actions alone are not enough to convince me of anything.
I have little faith in life running according to plan (so I try not to plan).
I believe that unhappy people are common and hurt other people, whether intentional or not.
The majority of people do not know themselves well enough.
I do not believe that all my dreams will come true.
I have to look really hard to see love around me.
Criticism resonates with me much more than encouragement.
Pain can scare anyone and people’s actions when scared are often unpredictable. However, those who do nothing that scares them are not people I am interested in knowing.
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When you hurt me or make me angry, I want to slap you with my concise vocabulary and way of speaking. I want to make you immediately regret messing with me. I want to boss you around and make you submit.
The strange thing about all this is that it is just perspective. None of this is fact or justifiable as truth. Is it possible that I want to see the bad?
I would be interested in knowing what the grass is like on the other side. What does it feel like to naturally react positively? Sounds like it would take a lot of effort, but if your perspective can change your outcome, it may be worth it after all.
Rainbows, unicorns, true love, mariposas,and calorie-free,
Cleo
