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I'm not completely insane, I'm just a little bit crazy
Disclaimers aside, I'm truly not completely insane - I am just a wee bit crazy.
I believe I can handle most situations with proper class and calm. There are times when I act a bit out of character just for a laugh or two. I've never been written up as a nut job, the most I've had as a label is "slightly pickled and a few notches above crazy cool".
I, however, have a few psycho moments especially when a certain very sensitive nerve is hit.
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I've long told anyone who'd care to listen that I have accepted how I look. I know I'm not the prettiest woman in the room nor did I win any consolation prize in a beauty contest. I absolutely understand the standards of beauty and how I could never come near it even with an expendable arm 70 feet long.
The reason I say this is not to get any kind of patronizing pity. It's for my own benefit. The more I accept it and take it as truth, the stronger I get against any kind of insult thrown my way. I feel better knowing this - I feel better knowing that what anyone could ever say about me isn't anything new to me.
What I hate and what gets to me (which I don't understand how, being a smart bitch and all) is when people exert so much effort to convince me that I am beautiful, that I am attractive and then, right when I'm in the throes of believing everything stated, tells me that I'm really not all that pretty. That's just plain cruel...
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I know what I am. I know what I can do. I know what I look like. I know what I can bring to the table. I shouldn't need anyone else to tell me otherwise. I believed them because I thought they were sincere. I believed them because they were trying so hard to make me feel that what they were saying was true.
The best part of believe is the LIE.
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I'm a smart and funny woman. I am charming and I have talent. I'm creative and resilient.
You fuckers are the ugly ones.
Karma is a bitch. I wouldn't wish what you did to me on you, but if it does come, I'll be there - front row with popcorn and a coke.
I believe I can handle most situations with proper class and calm. There are times when I act a bit out of character just for a laugh or two. I've never been written up as a nut job, the most I've had as a label is "slightly pickled and a few notches above crazy cool".
I, however, have a few psycho moments especially when a certain very sensitive nerve is hit.
***
I've long told anyone who'd care to listen that I have accepted how I look. I know I'm not the prettiest woman in the room nor did I win any consolation prize in a beauty contest. I absolutely understand the standards of beauty and how I could never come near it even with an expendable arm 70 feet long.
The reason I say this is not to get any kind of patronizing pity. It's for my own benefit. The more I accept it and take it as truth, the stronger I get against any kind of insult thrown my way. I feel better knowing this - I feel better knowing that what anyone could ever say about me isn't anything new to me.
What I hate and what gets to me (which I don't understand how, being a smart bitch and all) is when people exert so much effort to convince me that I am beautiful, that I am attractive and then, right when I'm in the throes of believing everything stated, tells me that I'm really not all that pretty. That's just plain cruel...
***
I know what I am. I know what I can do. I know what I look like. I know what I can bring to the table. I shouldn't need anyone else to tell me otherwise. I believed them because I thought they were sincere. I believed them because they were trying so hard to make me feel that what they were saying was true.
The best part of believe is the LIE.
***
I'm a smart and funny woman. I am charming and I have talent. I'm creative and resilient.
You fuckers are the ugly ones.
Karma is a bitch. I wouldn't wish what you did to me on you, but if it does come, I'll be there - front row with popcorn and a coke.
