I’m sure there are plenty of people out there who have gone through the same things as I have in the past. They are either struggling to figure out what to do next or have been in a similar situation and have their own ideas about what to do. This is the place for you to come, the place where you can share your experiences and thoughts.
I know what you’re thinking. “Why would anyone want to hear about my personal life?” Well, I don’t. I am not here to talk about the things I have been through, or the people I have met, or the people I have loved. I am here to share my story, and tell you what I’ve learned from my experiences.
I know. This sounds sad for you too. But I have learned a few things from the past.
The thing is, our life stories are also our best stories, and I think they might help you in your life, too. Sometimes we talk about the shit we put up with, but the other stuff? Thats the stuff that we learn the most from. So we share it with you, and let you in on the secrets we share.
One of the most amazing things Ive found about people is that they are not just people, they are also animals. Not people that you are trying to make friends with, but animals that you become friends with. Thats one of the most precious things about this world. And because of that, I think its best that I share my story with you.
I used to be a pretty good person. I was a kind, fair, caring person. I had a lot of fun in life and that was all I ever wanted. But I had a bad habit. I was a person who tried to do too much with too few resources. It started out with taking care of my mom. She was always sick and always needed my help.
A bit of backstory for you: My mom was actually from a pretty well off family. She had a lot of money and she was a lot of fun to be around. She was the one who made sure my father had everything he needed. So when my father turned out to be a drug addict, she did what she always did when she wanted something from him. She made him an offer he couldn’t refuse. So that’s how my dad became my mom’s second husband.
As a kid, I thought her name was “Kitty.” But as time passed, she started to sound pretty annoying. She started to get in my way more than she helped me. Then one day she just stopped talking. We werent close, but she still talked to me. And she was such a bitch. I didnt know what to do. So I stopped talking and just watched her. I never knew it would be her at the end.
It’s a simple enough thing, but sometimes just because a person seems to have a certain way of talking, or acting, it doesn’t necessarily mean that way is right. Sometimes we just don’t know what to do when we talk to a person in public. It can be hard to tell if they are actually listening to what we are saying or just trying to ignore us. It can feel like we are talking to ourselves and they are ignoring us.
Talking to yourself is nothing new. People do this all the time, but we may as well call it “the talking to ourselves problem.” We may as well call it the problem of self awareness.
