One of my biggest fears. Growing up and not appreciating the music.
Sunday, January 26, 2014
First Impressions
Hi there. I'm not very good at writing, but I like trying new things.
This is pretty new to me.
First impressions are tough. After this introduction I want to know what you think of me. I want honesty. Brutal honesty. It's kind of scary and it may hurt my feelings but it would hurt my feelings even more if you lie to me. It means you don't actually care about what I am doing. And I like criticism. I need to learn how to take it better. So I might as well practice it on here. Behind a computer screen. Cause I'm a coward.
I love music. I hate feet. Loud chewing makes me feel agitated. Being in the sun calms me down. But I also love listening to the rain. I love and hate living in Utah. It's beautiful. But it's a bubble that smothers me. I speak before I think. It gets me in trouble. I daydream way too much. I zone out during important conversations. People think I don't care, when I actually do I just don't know how express it. I'm awkward but sometimes I also think I'm a people person. I love learning but I hate school. Sometimes I feel like I don't care about winning or being better, and other times I feel I am way too competitive. I like being alone and I hate being alone. I feel like I contradict myself way too much. But hey, I'm a teenager. What did you expect?
You have no idea how many times I've written and rewritten this introduction. And I'm finally using this introduction. How am I supposed to introduce someone who isn't even real? I am a real person, but like I said before I'm a coward and am afraid that people who actually know me outside this blog and pen name will judge me. Why do I care what others think? It's so stupid. But it's only human. And I'm a human. Or I try to be as human as the rest of you pretend you are.
Well, now you know me.
What do you think?
This is pretty new to me.
First impressions are tough. After this introduction I want to know what you think of me. I want honesty. Brutal honesty. It's kind of scary and it may hurt my feelings but it would hurt my feelings even more if you lie to me. It means you don't actually care about what I am doing. And I like criticism. I need to learn how to take it better. So I might as well practice it on here. Behind a computer screen. Cause I'm a coward.
I love music. I hate feet. Loud chewing makes me feel agitated. Being in the sun calms me down. But I also love listening to the rain. I love and hate living in Utah. It's beautiful. But it's a bubble that smothers me. I speak before I think. It gets me in trouble. I daydream way too much. I zone out during important conversations. People think I don't care, when I actually do I just don't know how express it. I'm awkward but sometimes I also think I'm a people person. I love learning but I hate school. Sometimes I feel like I don't care about winning or being better, and other times I feel I am way too competitive. I like being alone and I hate being alone. I feel like I contradict myself way too much. But hey, I'm a teenager. What did you expect?
You have no idea how many times I've written and rewritten this introduction. And I'm finally using this introduction. How am I supposed to introduce someone who isn't even real? I am a real person, but like I said before I'm a coward and am afraid that people who actually know me outside this blog and pen name will judge me. Why do I care what others think? It's so stupid. But it's only human. And I'm a human. Or I try to be as human as the rest of you pretend you are.
Well, now you know me.
What do you think?
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