I’m not sure if anyone really reads these and it’s fine if not. It’s kind of nice having this cause it’s like a diary…except a very public diary. So I guess it’s not much like a diary at all. haha! Oh well. It’s a place to vent.
Between this post and my last post I had a seasonal job at Bath and Body Works. It was ok. I think the managers must have been stressed cause they could get really snappy, but again, I credit that to stress. Well that job ended in January and I’ve been job hunting since then. Last week the local library called and I am now the assistant librarian! I was so happy when they called. Literally danced around the house for like ten minutes. The library is one of my favorite places to hangout.
Today’s not too bad. I’m going to hangout with some of my friends a little later and go to the beach.
Ok. I’ve think I’ve finally come to terms with something. I’m an unimportant loner. People don’t really tell others about me or talk to me a lot. I’m really bad at having conversations so that’s part of why I’m quiet. I end up saying something stupid and having people laugh at me. Or I talk too fast and people just kind of slowly back away. No but seriously, I always seem to be alone. People hardly make it a point to say hi to me, no one’s ever run up to me for a hug, if I don’t say anything we end up going our separate ways without speaking a word to each other. I wouldn’t go so far as to say I’m anti-social, just…like an extra puzzle piece. I just don’t seem to fit in anywhere. I’m like the piece that gets pushed and mashed until it kind of fits but then pulled out as soon as the proper piece is found.
People confide in me (which is great cause I’m boss at keeping secrets) but then they end up leaving. Or they just kind of keep me at an arms length. I’m no ones “best friend.” I’m just a friend that sits in the wings, cheering everyone on while keeping a smile on my face, hoping no one sees me break.
I’m learning to be ok with this. If I can learn to be ok on my own, well that’d be ok. Not that I don’t want friends! I love my friends more than I can put into words! It’s just…when people say certain things, it’s hard to understand. People give me praise (I’m not being conceited. People really do say I’m polite and wonderful) but that almost makes it worse. I’m insecure. Not because anyone’s been mean or rude. I’m insecure because I’ve never been anyones “everything.” I’ve never been such a big part of anyones life, just a small part of a lot of people’s. I hope they enjoyed the time when I was their friend. I always tried to be encouraging, complementing them on things, being there through the hard times, waiting for them to calm down, accepting apologies, and striving to be the “best friend.” I guess I’ve never been enough. I know I don’t open up to people a lot. Honestly? It’s because I’m scared. I’m scared that people will think I’m odd and strange. I like myself for who I am. I’m insecure. So? A lot of people are. I’m good at hiding it. I’m good at acting like nothing’s wrong. I’m good at holding back tears. And that’s fine with me. I value everyone else’s happiness much more than my own and I’m honestly ok with that because when I have to chance to make someone happy, it makes me happy. I’d rather know that I’ll have little pieces of happiness as opposed to having perpetual happiness and then having that huge weight crash down.
Sorry for all that! I’ve really needed to vent for awhile. Thanks for letting me spill.
And don’t worry. I’m not depressed and I’m not going to do anything stupid.
Goodnight/Goodmorning! Hope you have a wonderfully random day/night!
Random fact: Octopi have no blind spots. Pretty spiffy!