13 February 2014

Personality…?

Think about it…do you have a character, be it in a book or TV show or movie, that reminds you of yourself? Is it really yourself, or is it what you want or wish you were like? Is it how you are when you're sad, with friends, at work, with family, on your own, when you're hyper, or top form?

Who is it?

For me? It's Tiffany Maxwell in Silver Linings Playbook. Minus the whole "loyal married to a dead guy slut" thing. There are definitely moments where afterwards I'm like "whoa…"



There's one scene in particular that pops into my head especially. Pat runs off Jordy, and then Tiffany chases after Pat, where he gets upset with her for not being there to get the letter from him. (My hair even looks like this half the time if I don't straighten or blow dry it…not sure if that's good or bad…)



With my family, I do the whole sarcastic eye rolling comments thing. The "oh my God, you're killing me!"




I embraced the high messy bun before it was "popular." Vodka is my drink of choice when out. I dance like a crazy bipolar person.



The entire snarky attitude as a means of self protection and preservation when needed.

Ugh…it should be "a part" not "apart"!!!!!!

I might not say it all the time, but I'll be thinking it, and then say it to someone I feel comfortable with afterwards. I would totally do the whole letter thing if asked or if it was needed…especially if it was helping someone else, even though it's a crazy idea.

There are more similarities, but we won't get into all of them here…they're a need to know basis.

06 February 2014

So Tired...

It's exhausting really…

Getting to know someone new. Opening up to them. Finding the questions to ask. Worrying about asking them wrong. Worrying about answering them wrong…not so much that it's not your true answer, but that you won't be able to express yourself clearly enough so that your answer matches that which is in your head.

This goes for making new friends. Talking to the new guy that you just met. Co-workers. Anyone really.

I'm so jealous of people who find it so effortless, or who even enjoy it. Because it seems the older I get, the more stressful it is for me...