I am me
I love pants, but prefer shorts. I hate socks, love shoes, but wear flip-flops. I hate loud noises, but crank the music whenever possible. I hate nosiness, but am drawn to watch others. I hate pink, but love it’s vibrance. I like iced tea, love hot tea, but am drawn to coffee. I like to think I am a loner, but I am not. I have a tendency to know what you’re going to say, but not why. I can get very angry with those I care most about, yet am seemingly uncaring about myself. I push others to be more risky, while I am not. I smile and laugh a great deal, but not on the inside. Others see me as strong, yet I crumble quite easily. I fancy myself a hat person, yet fear wearing them. I try very hard to fit in with everyone, yet feel in place with almost none. I’ve judged you before we speak. I analyze everyone around me, but fail to see my friends. I see answers, yet lack the courage to admit them. I like vegetables, not fruit. I wear black, not because it’s cool, but because it’s uncomplicated. My closest friends are those who challenge me most. I am me.
