I like it, so I’m going to keep it up.
1. Normal things don’t scare me. I think it’s because I don’t think about them. My college’s campus is close to downtown, and it’s fairly well understood that this isn’t the best area of town. Last year, we had a tiny outbreak of bad things happening — nothing particularly unusual but slightly unsettling for the bubble of a community that my campus is — and a lot of people were freaking out. I, on the other hand, went on with business as usual, and nothing bad happened to me. Sometimes ignorance really is bliss.
2. When I feel threatened or confronted by someone, I try to remain as calm as possible, but inside, I’m fighting the urge to say the most ridiculous, irrelevant point that comes to mind. Instead of actually saying it, I repeat it over and over in my head to make myself feel better. Is that weird? I think that might be weird.
3. I mentioned this in my last post, but my mama is pretty much my best friend. I have such a hard time keeping things from her. A few weeks ago, I was in this miserable funk because of something so stupid and insignificant, and I didn’t want to seem petty, so I didn’t mention it to my mama. Instead, I told her I was tired and a little stressed from work because she had asked why I wasn’t my ususal peppy self. It about killed me not to be able to tell her what was really bothering me. She is the first person I call when something good happens, she is the first person I call when something bad happens, and she is the first person I call when I get bored. She always makes me feel better, and she always makes me laugh, even if she does talk about the dogs like they’re her new children or something. She shares in all of my joys and all my disappointments and has stood by me through every single decision I have ever made (good or bad) and loves me no matter what and, most amazingly, is so proud of who I am. The same thing can be said for my daddy. He’s less of a talker on the phone, but every once in a while, he slips in an “I’m proud of you,” and it’s all I can do to keep from crying. They are the most incredible parents in the world, and I’d be damn proud to turn out like either of them.
