Who I am…

Who I am…

Some confessions about who I am…
1. I am loyal.  So damn loyal that it’s almost a flaw.  I can’t help but try to hold up my end of the deal every time.  Where I see this being more of a flaw than anything else is in friendships that are transitioning/changing.  And while I could focus on how many crappy situations this loyalty has gotten me in–I just can’t.  I like that I’m loyal.  I like that people can rely on me.  And sometimes I  get hurt in the process–but I like this part of who I am.  And I really don’t want it to change just because some people take advantage.
2. I’m positive and giddy to a point of annoyance.  I know this.  I like being happy and seeing the silver lining in all situations.  I’d much rather be the person you want to beat with a baseball bat just to get to shut up than be the person you all snark about behind my back because I’m so negative.  Maybe my positivity is annoying.  But maybe, just maybe, for some people it’s contagious.  I’d rather spread that around.  Call me annoying.  I don’t care.
3. I’m not the smartest person in the room.  And I’m never going to be.  I joked once with one of my bffs that I never claimed to be smart (she was talking about the 13 original colonies, and I’ll admit I have no idea what they are–so I just owned it and said I never claimed to be smart).  I might not be the brightest, but I will always try.  I will always try to connect with whatever you are saying.  I will always try to learn.
4. I think life is what you make it.  I really believe in this.  I have people in my life that are constantly seeing all the things that are wrong and horrible and stressful.  And life is horrible and stressful sometimes. It just is.  There are always going to be things that are up in the air and scary.  So if you keep waiting for those things to settle down before you let yourself be happy–you’ll never be happy.  Don’t make your happiness contingent on other people or certain events/milestones in your life.  Find something that makes you happy right now and let that be enough.  
5. I’m okay with who I am.  That seems like a simple statement, but it was hard for me to admit.  I like that I’m okay being the butt of a joke if it makes someone else laugh–I can laugh at myself.  I like that I see things how I want to see them instead of how everyone thinks I should see them.  I like that I’m giddy and annoying.  I’d rather be annoying than just down right drab.  I am child like not childish.  The facts that I like random little jigs and will never say no to candy have nothing to do with my maturity level.  I’m doing this grown up adult thing just like you are–I’m just having fun with it in the meantime.
This is who I am.  I am loyal and giddy and child like.  I am a little dense sometimes and will always see the silver lining.  I’d like it if we could be friends.  
**these are very old pictures, but very true representations of who I am!  Always dancing alone and overwhelmed with giddiness when someone presents me with cake.**

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Confessions…

Confessions…

I try to keep things pretty positive… but just like anyone else, I have a few things that just get under my skin.

So here we go.  In the form of confessions:

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things that bug me…

  • When a person you’re having a text conversation with conveniently disappears (i.e. stops responding) after you’ve asked a question or invited them to do something.  I’m sorry but there’s no other word for that except rude.  
  • People who comment about people’s weight.  That’s never okay, y’all.  Ever.
  • Facebook.  
  • Mouth sounds, especially people who chew with their mouths open.
  • Sorry husband, but knuckle/neck cracking.  ::cringes::
  • Repetitive sounds.  Okay, this is a weird one.  But if a song has the same lyric or chords over and over, I have to turn it off.
  • College educated people misusing their, there & they’re or your & you’re.  Mistakes happen, yes.  But when a blogger claims to be a “writer” but can’t ever get that right?  I might judge a little…
  • number one: rude people.  In general.
So there you have it.  Sometimes I wear my judge-y pants, too. 

So tell me, what bugs you?