12 July 2010

Some Things About Me

I've been bat shit crazy for as long as I can remember
It's taken me years to start sorting myself out, and even then I have been hesitant to do it properly.  I find being depressed a comfort; it allows me to pretend to be someone else when I am being Showroom Karen.  Pretending also means that even though I can get hurt, the people that hurt me don't know about it.

I seceretly think I'm Cat Ballou
Because I'm damned if anyone will see me cry.  And because I'll probably end up in a noose.

I'm not very comfortable with being touched.
I'm just not comfortable with it.  There's all manner of reasons, and the one connected to my childhood would be the right place to start looking at why that is. Moving on from that;

I didn't have a nice time as a kid.
As a result, I'm pretty determind that my kids will have a much easier time, though it hasn't always worked that way.

I am always surprised at how few other people want to be part of a fair society.
One where we all help each other, and do stuff to help because we have the capacity to and just can.

I loved school, but I was bullied really badly through most of it
As a result, I really despise bullying, even though I've been guilty of it myself.

I tend not to keep in touch with people.
It's just easier. Once people get to know me, they discover there's not much to me and don't want to me anymore anyway. This way just cuts out the bothering.

I have really, really appalling taste in men.
Seriously.  Appalling.

People never fail to disappoint me.
More's the pity.

Even if it's dead, I can't bury it.
Ridiculous mistakes from the past keep me awake at night.

I worry about things that are essentially of no importance whatsoever.
There's not enough space to list it all.


I am over protective of others.
Because I don't want them to get hurt or go through what I have.

I don't inspire that protective instinct in others.

Deep down, I want to be treated like a delicate princess.
Though I don't think the bloke that could get away with it has (or for that matter, ever will) been born.

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