Flowers

Flowers

Sunday, April 15, 2012

Character is, for the most part, simply habit become fixed.

If I were a better person....If I were a better person I would;

Finish the things I started. I would actually do the things I said I was going to. I would work harder. I would've cared about high school. I would've done my homework and gotten my ass out of bed on time. I would've continued with uni.

I would care more about what I look like. I would take the dogs for a walk every day. I would get my hair done, get my nails done, wear nicer clothes. I wouldn't be so fat. I would try to fix the things I don't like about my body instead of complaining about them.

I wouldn't spend all my time contemplating what I should be doing. I wouldn't put things off and procrastinate.

If I were a better person I would tell people how I'm feeling and let people in. I wouldn't bottle things up and let them explode. I would be more accepting of stupid people who annoy me. I would forgive people instead of holding things against them.

I would have thought about money at a younger age. I would've thought about what I wanted to do with my life and gone after it. I would care about my life more than I do. I would care about life more than I do.

If I were a better person, people might care more about me.

But I'm not a better person. On a scale of the devil to perfection, I'm closer to hell than heaven. And actually...I'm almost alright with that. I know I'll never be beautiful, or smart or beloved by all, or powerful, or important. It's a good thing to know what you're not. Because then you can find out what you are.

And what am I?

I'm lazy. I love books. I'm addicted to sleep. And chocolate. I don't like people touching me until I'm ready. I'm a bitch. I don't like most children. I adore animals. I find myself funny. Sarcasm is my defence against compliments, rudeness, jokes - most things really. I love and hate being the centre of attention. I dance badly. I sing worse. I remember lyrics to horrible songs. I'm predictable. I'm unpredictable. I'm proud. I'm stand-offish. I'm cruel. I'm kind - to the right people, depending on the situation. I'm freckly and I like that. I'm fat and I don't like that. But I don't hate it enough to do anything about it. I have no willpower. I have low bladder control and low self confidence. I'm selfish. I care. I don't share things with people. I shut down when I don't like what I'm hearing.

I am me. I could be so much better than I am. I could also be worse.

I don't know whether I will grow towards perfection or the devil.

All I know is, I am me. For now, this is it. Most people don't like it. Don't get it.

But I hope that there are a few that do. That care. That love me. Even with all my faults and crap.

2 comments:

  1. I wanted to say a lot but it all became jumbled and stupid and not close enough to you, all veiled in big words that I didn't mean for but always begin to creep in. So I culled it.

    I just want you to know, Jas, simply, that you are a force of fucking life and in no way should you not know that, or deserve to know that.

    I love being around you, and I know it's only friendship and we all want more than that, but that's what we're here for, to try to give you as many smiles as possible on the way to the place where 'more than that'--wherever, whenever, whatever--waits.

    Blah, it's all coming out stupid to what's in my head, as always. But I can tell you you are not alone in uncertainty and mood-storms and never will be.

    fhhghghghhg

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