November 15, 2012

  • The Importance of Being Me…

    Despite the fact that I have always believed that one should always be oneself, I have very recently realised that I should be myself. There are obviously elements of my personality that could stand to be improved, most of which I am aware of and will probably be forever working on. But I have actually realised that I like the majority of what makes me me.

    I know that I have a fantastic sense of humour, largely because I make myself laugh.

    I know that I am mildly insane – I have conversations with myself out loud, I sing songs about what I am doing while I do it (recently I have progressed into rapping what I am doing and I feel that I may be an undiscovered talent) and I get far too much pleasure out of very simple things such as shaking my head to make the bobble on my woolen hat wobble.

    I know that I do not contribute well to discussions whilst they are happening, but this is OK because I also know that if the discussions were repeated a day or two later (which they never are) my contributions would be of incredible value.

    I know that I am not a good manager (despite the fact that I have been a deputy manager for about 6 years) but this is OK because I don’t want to be a good manager because that would make me a different person. I would much rather be a bad manager who manages to give the illusion of being a good manager for a year or two more till I can leave and do something far better with my time.

    I know that I buy more clothes than a person really requires, but this is OK because I don’t buy lots of shoes, I don’t gamble and I never get outrageously drunk (yes that IS a justification for all my clothes.)

    I know that I will never be the kind of ‘fun’ young adult who gets enjoyment out of drinking more alcohol than is healthy, staying out (or even staying up) past midnight and engaging in drunken antics. But this is also OK because despite the fact that I like to go to bed by 10 pm I am seriously capable of some serious fun without even a glimpse of alcohol. Seriously.

    In short, I am who I am and I am glad that who I am is who I am because that is who I am and also who I want to be.

    Who are you?


    Disclaimer: In stating that I think that I am pretty awesome I am in no way suggesting that you are NOT awesome, even if you are the opposite to me. I am sure that you are still pretty alright.

     

Comments (5)

  • I like who I am too. I am not ashamed of who I am and I like being me, but I often worry about what other people think of me. There are times, especially when I’m with family members, that I don’t truthfully speak my mind because I worry what they’ll think of me if they knew my real opinions on things. I constantly tell myself it shouldn’t matter, all that matters is what I think of myself. And I do quite like myself. But it’s hard not to care what other people think.  

  • I like the fact that you are you, as opposed to you being someone other than you, which would mean you aren’t really you at all, but a complete stranger who I probably wouldn’t like nearly as much. And for the record, if I had to pic, the mildly insane part of you is probably my favorite.

  • You have very good insight into yourself.  Actually I love the way you describe yourself.  You sound interesting.  If only everyone could see themselves as unique. 

  • @Persiankitty - I think that I do the same. I hard parts of myself from certain people because I don’t know how they will react to that part of me. Which is why I feel the happiest when I am with the people that I know love all of me.

    @MyxlDove - The mildly insane part is my favourite part too! I am glad you like the fact that I am me and not someone else

    @TeamBranham - Thank you! I like to think that I am interesting too. I am sure you are as well!

  • what is wonderful is when you find a group of people with your similar interests, act as insane as you do and you can just break down and be yourself without your guards up.  Very freeing feeling. After 50 years I have finally done that.  The feeling is indescribable, and I have been wondering where they have been all my life.  But then maybe it took them awhile to get to here too. 

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