Monday, April 29, 2013

Those Darn Habits!

Tonight, I have been thinking about habits. Now, there are three kinds of habits. I just can't WAIT to list them off to you! First, you have the habits that others think are endearing. For example, you tilt your head and look at the ceiling when you think, or squint at things you find strange. Then, there are the habits that everyone else wants to kill you for. Popping gum extremely loudly, or perhaps a temper?? (The Six Merry Murderesses anyone??) Now for the third kind of habit: the ones that only you notice that drive you ABSOLUTELY CRAZY and you can't seem to stop yourself! Old habits die hard, huh? 
Because I brought this topic up, I will share with you my habits that I hate that I have. Honestly, if they had chewing gum or a patch to cure them, I would have overdosed on them a long time ago. For one, I seem to have these moments where I can't control my brain or mouth, so I say a lot of stupid things I probably shouldn't. I haven't been much a television person for.. gosh, years. Until I moved to Spanish Fork and didn't have any friends. I also have a habit of rage. It is almost like blind rage, it seems. But, with that rage comes a distinct ability to forgive whoever is on the other end of my rant. My last one that I would like to bring up, is how I can't seem to retrain my brain into doing what it should. 
These habits can be brought on by situations, or people even. I know that when my old friends come back into my life, I revert to old habits. Think How I Met Your Mother and the term "revertigo". That explains it perfectly. But, it gets so frustrating!! I have tried so hard to pattern my life in a different way than I was living a few years ago. I have wanted to make a change and be different, and want different things, make new friends, and date new people. But! Things happen, and suddenly I am 15 again and wondering if my hair looks alright! Even when I was in high school, there was a very very minimal amount of time where I actually cared how I looked, and what people even though of me. During those times, I was different people. The snotty teen for one group, the caring one for another, and the broody artist for another. And, I am not gonna lie, when people touch my things, I turn into a toddler.
I have been so sick of not knowing who I am or what I want from life, that I have been on a mission of sorts. Soul searching for things that I actually like, and not things I like because my friends like them. I want to be my own person so badly. I don't want to be defined by any one person, and I hate that certain people still have some sort of influence over me. I don't want to revert to my old ways and be that selfish 15 year old. I am 22 for goodness sake! 
No boy will be able to control my life. I mean, when I get married and have a husband, you better believe I will do everything in my power to make him happy. However, I am not going to pattern my life to impress someone. I have tried to live in a way very much like "what you see is what you get". Even when I wear make up. How awful would it be that I can't even let my boyfriend see me without make up because I put so much on, I am unrecognizable. My personality cannot fracture like this either. I won't have it. 
People seem to get their life in order when they least expect it. I have been trying to put my life in order, and it seems to fall into chaos. I guess that is what happens when you try to control the uncontrollable. That, or you go crazy. 
Anyways. I think I ran out of steam tonight. As per usual, I love you guys who spend the minutes it takes (depending on how quickly you read ;) ) to bask in the angst that is my life at the time being. It really does mean a lot to me. ALSO! Special shout out to a lady who made me cry big fat tears last night for doing something so unbelievably sweet, my small, cold heart couldn't hold it in. Thank you so much. I love you and am so grateful for your support. You are so sweet and I hope life is good to you, because you deserve it. I love you all though! Sleep tight!

No comments:

Post a Comment