Confessions

I know, I know...it's been a really long time since I posted something. Life seemed to take over, and I felt like I had nothing to say. When in fact, I had a lot to say. Sometimes I feel like I have to neatly package what I write; these posts go out into the public world after all. I think of something to write about, and then I over think it. I dissect it to the point that I find too much wrong with it (this part could offend someone, this part is too personal, etc), and then I just end up scrapping the whole thing. So I thought I'd start my next attempt at posting with a list of confessions/things on my mind.

I spend way too much time trying to live up to others' expectations/trying to fit in/worrying about what others think.

I do my best thinking while playing Spider Solitare. It gets my mind out of the way.

I wish I could read minds.

I still sleep with stuffed animals.

I wish my dog liked to cuddle...because that's why I got a dog in the first place.

I have no idea what I want to be when I grow up.

I focus a lot on flaws...my flaws, other peoples' flaws, flaws of things, flaws of places, etc.

I like sugar.

I feel a constant sense of urgency, although I don't know towards what.

Sometimes I think up very elaborate death senarios.

Driving makes me anxious.

When I read books, I'm always in a hurry to get to the end, and then am sad when it's over.

I don't like that it seems like everyone I know is getting married/having a baby. Sometimes I wish things would slow down.

I can only start things/go places on the quarter hour (i.e 12, 12:15, 12:30 or 12:45), which makes for a lot of waiting.