Ever since starting my route back to God, I've been struggling with certain personality traits that really kill me.
- I don't know if "being a Bitch" counts as a personality trait, if so, it's in the top five, fo' sure.
- I am a tad rebellious. I don't like being told what to do, when to do it and how to do it. Blame it on my independent spirit. For example, I don't feel the necessity for me to report my actions to everyone. I feel like when Carrie moved in with Aiden. Every time she'd get home he'd be all up in her grill: "Where were ya, who'd ya meet, who'd you see?".
I said "almost".
- Moody. Very moody, almost bipolarbritneyspearish moody. It's like "Oh Miss C that's wonderful darling...I love you so much" followed by "Sweet Lord!! Can you just go have a spin around the block, grab a drink and let mommy think!"
- Sarcastic. I like to refer to it as witty, alas, other don't see the charm.
- Speakbeforeithink syndrome. I got this one real bad. Yesterday when True asked me if I wanted to eat I responded,
snapped,
I felt bad after I gotta a look at True's reaction. But also morbidly gratifying.
So that's it.
I just hope the Big Man Upstairs keeps on working with me, cause if not I am gonna have the fate I once predicted upon Empress:
- alone with a cat
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