My head is always so elsewhere that the me I manage to exhibit in the here and now is kind of flaky and inconsiderate.
I think if I knew me outside of me, I’d kind of hate me.
These thoughts bother me.
But then every time I try to be more present, I become an even more hopeless ball of social anxiety, and that’s worse for everyone.
So I just concern myself with other things, and then I’m kind of an tactless ball of inattention. But at least one that’s getting some good thinking done.
God bless my roommates, is what I’m saying.
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chickwithmonkey said:
oh man, same here. i’d totally hate me if i knew me. but! having known my share of socially anxious folks (and being one) and lived with awesome roommates, i’m sure they love you for lots of reasons and aren’t too bothered by the flakiness. *hugs*
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