I know you're used to me ranting about the horrible state of grammar and punctuation on the Internet (and elsewhere), but today is going to be different. Today I'm joining the Listable Life link-up and hanging out at Yeah Write. Today this rant is about me because I can easily think of 5 things that drive me crazy about myself.
But first, thank you, Jen, for this:
But first, thank you, Jen, for this:
Before we get started, however, I have to share this with you because it's just too funny, and you know I love you and want you to enjoy life. I'm just that kind of grandma. So let me tell you about what happened in class today. One of my students was giving an oral presentation on her research into the Bermuda Triangle. The Bermuda Triangle, she assured us, pointing at a map, is located in this general area:
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| I think perhaps a tad bit more research is called for. |
Okay, so about those things that drive me crazy about myself. Here we go, in no particular order. Okay, in the order they happened to pop into my head. Don't be so picky. Here they are:
1. The overwhelming first place annoyance has to be my own insecurity. Call it low self-esteem, insecurity, social anxiety, whatever the current buzzword is now. Folks, I was voted the shyest girl in the class of 1977. There was a reason for that. Even now that I am putting myself out here for the whole world to examine, I am my own worst critic. If a post doesn't get any comments, I'm sure it's because I'm a boring person. Even though I hope to be successful with my blogging someday, deep inside I don't believe it will ever happen.
Fortunately, I recognize that my insecurity is not reality-based; it comes from within and is not attached to anything that happens in the real world. I learned long ago not to base my actions on my feelings. My feelings aren't to be trusted. They are, however, annoying, and they take a lot of work and energy to ignore. And sometimes I fail, and the insecurity wins.
2. My short attention span. (There was seriously a 5-minute gap between the last sentence and the next.) I didn't always have a short attention span; I blame the computer. Wherever it came from it is impacting every area of my life, and I need it to stop. Any suggestions?
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| OH LOOK! SOMETHING SHINY!! |
3. My skin. There is just nothing right with it. It's hard to pinpoint what I like the least about it, but I think I'll go with the skin cancer. And I'm serious when I say that's just one of the things I hate about it. I have the driest skin on the planet. My skin drinks moisturizing lotion and then begs for more no matter how much I give it. Also, there are the freckles. I've never been a fan of the freckles. But yeah, I've gotta go with the skin cancer. I try to warn people about the sun. I wrote a post about it; you should check it out. Suffice it to say that I've recently had my semiannual date with liquid nitrogen, and it wasn't fun.
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| Surgery: 9/2010. That's my forehead, y'all. Not a good hairstyle for me. |
4. The fact that I procrastinate. Sometimes for years! If it's not the last minute, it's not being worked on. I started my taxes on April 17 this year.
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5. My house! Okay, it's not the house that drives me crazy; it's the clutter in the house. I have a bad case of CHAOS: Can't Have Anyone Over Syndrome (thank you, Flylady). There will be no graphic illustration of this because I would hate to have the world see this mess. Trust me. It's cluttered. I have wonderful intentions of getting it all cleared up, but...well, see item #4.
Well, there you have it. I have poured out my heart to you in a warm, open
