So, nobody recognized the song from my last entry. Not a big surprise, I guess, since I don't communicate very well. Something about my cadence throws people off. Or so I'm told. I am not a phone person, mostly as a result of this, since I cannot view whether you are getting my point or joke or whatever. I find it much easier to joke via the Simpsons or other cartoons. I would guess that's because the irony or sarcasm brings up a parallel image... unless of course you haven't seen it or don't catch the reference.
This pain in the neck is, really, well, a pain in the neck. Sleep wrong and I'm knocked out of commission. Pretty soon I'll be pulling hamstrings opening cupboards. I feel old
I keep writing and deleting this last paragraph. I don't like the way it sounds. Short version: How do I make it easier to accept that I am judging myself against impossible standards, so that I'm happy with improvment rather than defeated with failure?
This pain in the neck is, really, well, a pain in the neck. Sleep wrong and I'm knocked out of commission. Pretty soon I'll be pulling hamstrings opening cupboards. I feel old
I keep writing and deleting this last paragraph. I don't like the way it sounds. Short version: How do I make it easier to accept that I am judging myself against impossible standards, so that I'm happy with improvment rather than defeated with failure?
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forgetit:
I don't know if it's normal, but I feel the same way. I'm constantly judging myself harshly. Mostly I think I'm stupid, ugly, fat, boring, and an utter waste of oxygen. The people that don't feel that way about me keep me sane. And dude, I threw out my back wrapping presents a couple of years ago. Nice. I pull my quad everytime I break into sprint. I think when you've worked out hard, you can basically never stop or you fall apart.
forgetit:
I didn't mean for good man. Can't support a family on a bartender's salary. Just to get there. Although now, it may be Costa Rica! 