I wrote this passage of text some time ago, but I thought they were the right words to being a new blog.
I find that I need to express myself, and at the present moment this is the best qualified way to do so.
I like my privacy and my secrets. I treasure them has I would a child. I do not value the opinion of others who do not respect my wishes for privacy. Others who would have me do as they wished, and not has I wish. If they do not know of my wishes that is because I do not inform them of my intentions because I think them unworthy, but that does not give them the right to make decisions for me. If I wish to speak, I will speak. If I wish to act upon my own thoughts, I will do so. I do not value the opinion of others who do listen to what I have to say and think every word of it wrong. I do not like to associate myself with such company, but such is the way of the world. I can not be avoided. So I keep my thoughts and my secrets to myself, as they are not fit for the ways of this world.
I do not like to ask for assistance. I wish to be independently sufficient. Of course if someone where to offer their assistance, it would not be rejected nor unwelcome, it would just not be preferred. I do not make any enquires for myself, unless it is a necessity.
From this description of myself, it would appear to present a prickly disposition. Which is a falsehood. I enjoy laughter and being merry. I love to participate in joyful activities and spend time with my family. It is true that I do not smile often, but this is only because I smile when there is something to smile about. I do not believe in smiling simply to smile. I find it makes one look ridiculous. I am gentile and kind to those around me. I am not so gentile and kind to those that have wronged me. I hold my anger against them for a longer period of time than I should. A fault that I am working to over come.
I do not intend to cause any injury to anyone in the department of the heart. When I give my heart I give it completely, only to find that it was a hasty decision. Therefore to correct my mistake I make rash decisions that are not thought out to empathize with the feelings of the gentleman. I leave without much warning and few words of comfort, as I do not wish to witness his pain. I am not happy with myself that I have caused him grief, and he does not understand that I mean him no harm. He only sees me as an evil creature, a spider, only taking the blood, the soul of a victim and moving on to the next. I testify to you that this is not the way I intend to behave. I am only acting in the best interest of both parties. Which will revel itself in due time.
I am not as bad as I appear, or you think me. I must admit I am guilty of having a prickly outer shell, but when it melts away, warmth extends far and wide in every direction. If this does not make sense take comfort in knowing that it was not supposed to. For is not that what expressing oneself is? Nonsense?
I like my privacy and my secrets. I treasure them has I would a child. I do not value the opinion of others who do not respect my wishes for privacy. Others who would have me do as they wished, and not has I wish. If they do not know of my wishes that is because I do not inform them of my intentions because I think them unworthy, but that does not give them the right to make decisions for me. If I wish to speak, I will speak. If I wish to act upon my own thoughts, I will do so. I do not value the opinion of others who do listen to what I have to say and think every word of it wrong. I do not like to associate myself with such company, but such is the way of the world. I can not be avoided. So I keep my thoughts and my secrets to myself, as they are not fit for the ways of this world.
I do not like to ask for assistance. I wish to be independently sufficient. Of course if someone where to offer their assistance, it would not be rejected nor unwelcome, it would just not be preferred. I do not make any enquires for myself, unless it is a necessity.
From this description of myself, it would appear to present a prickly disposition. Which is a falsehood. I enjoy laughter and being merry. I love to participate in joyful activities and spend time with my family. It is true that I do not smile often, but this is only because I smile when there is something to smile about. I do not believe in smiling simply to smile. I find it makes one look ridiculous. I am gentile and kind to those around me. I am not so gentile and kind to those that have wronged me. I hold my anger against them for a longer period of time than I should. A fault that I am working to over come.
I do not intend to cause any injury to anyone in the department of the heart. When I give my heart I give it completely, only to find that it was a hasty decision. Therefore to correct my mistake I make rash decisions that are not thought out to empathize with the feelings of the gentleman. I leave without much warning and few words of comfort, as I do not wish to witness his pain. I am not happy with myself that I have caused him grief, and he does not understand that I mean him no harm. He only sees me as an evil creature, a spider, only taking the blood, the soul of a victim and moving on to the next. I testify to you that this is not the way I intend to behave. I am only acting in the best interest of both parties. Which will revel itself in due time.
I am not as bad as I appear, or you think me. I must admit I am guilty of having a prickly outer shell, but when it melts away, warmth extends far and wide in every direction. If this does not make sense take comfort in knowing that it was not supposed to. For is not that what expressing oneself is? Nonsense?
1 comment:
SARAH! Such good writing girl! I didn't know you had a blogspot and now I'm upset you didn't tell em! Well... not really but I'm glad you have one! I need to call you. A lot has happened. Holla!!! Love you!!!
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