Day 24 - Your 3 Worst Traits
Everyone
has bad traits. You can either work on them or embrace them, I am
trying to work on mine.
Impatience
I
have infinite amount of patience when it comes to waiting for things.
Be it waiting for a long planned event or waiting for a long delayed
bus to arrive, it doesn’t bother me in the slightest. Where
impatience catches me out is when I am trying to teach someone to do
something. If they don’t understand immediately I am instantly
irritated. I have been actively working on this and am trying to
improve.
Too
Trusting
I
wander around in the world with my heart on a plate. Like the Ood in
Doctor Who, I automatically put my trust in people, give them my
loyalty and once you are a good friend of mine; you get a little
piece of my heart too.
For
the most part this works well in a friendship and I have some
absolutely amazing best friends whom I adore. It also works against
me because I have had heartbreak when I have invested my emotions in
people who weren't worth them.
Finally,
the one I can't shake.....
Presumption
I
was reading today the brilliant blog of Callie Thorpe From the Corners of the Curve She was talking about when she met her
boyfriend and she presumed that he was a “chubby chaser” and it
was only upon seeing a photograph of his ex size 8 girlfriend that
she really believed that he loved her for being her. The whole of
her.
That
is what I want. My head and my heart both presume I can't have it.
I walk into a room and I automatically presume that any men in that
room wouldn't fancy me, wouldn't want to spend time with me; wouldn't
want to be seen with me, would be embarrassed. I can't shake it.
I
am much more confident than I used to be. I wear my clothes with
confidence now and my head is raised a little higher than before. I
have self esteem and self respect. I don't cross the road now when I
see a group of people.
Except
when thoughts of the opposite sex come into play. Then I am back to
square one. Where I am still the girl that moved away from a date at
the bar when his friends appeared, in case he would be embarrassed to
be seen with me. I'm 34 for fuck's sake. I need to shake this
feeling or I really will be alone forever.
No
by the way, I don't need a man to “complete me”. But it would be
kind of nice not to walk through all the days of my life with just
me.
What
the hell is it about blogging that makes you just slice your heart
open and pour it onto a page? It is quite cathartic for me in some
ways, but then you read something back at the later date and you
can't quite believe that you were quite that open.
So
there you go...... Day 24 of the #30DayBloggerChallenge.... It's
surprising what comes out of your head when you start typing on a
page....
Check out the other ladies, hopefully their traits will be a little more amusing than mine!!
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