So you might say that being aggressive is in my blood. I’ve been told that my Granny asked my Grampa to dance, and that was the first move. I’ve always been known to make the first move. It’s like I’m not at all patient. I want people to know my intentions. I do not play games….should I? Not only with romantic partners, but everyone. I need them to know exactly how I feel. I am petrified of being misunderstood, perhaps because I often am.
I am a pretty friendly person. I enjoy people. Oftentimes, people get the wrong idea about my friendliness, as if I’m flirting or something like that. It’s pretty ridiculous. What happened to this world that people cannot want to get to know one another? Am I too curious? Am I too pushy? My dear and wise friend told me and others to ‘Be yourself in every situation.’ I need to hold onto that. I am not a bad person. I make some poor choices at times, just like everyone does. Who in this world makes perfect choices every minute of their lives?
Today’s post seems like a confessional; perhaps that’s what it is sometimes. I will not judge my posts, at least I will try my best not to. I have been so overly cautious and careful with my expression in recent years because I thought I was too……whatever…..so I’ve been told or people have hinted at that.
I am me. That is good enough.
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