I blame the fact that I have been in customer service for so long, but I have learned how to put on a face to make everyone think that I am happy when really I am not. I am in one of those place right now, where I just feel like everything is going wrong. Instead of people trying to fix it, I would like people just to be able to acknowledge that I am not perfect and I have my down days.
I miss my friends. I miss my missionaries, and I miss my friends that are scattered everywhere now that we are no longer in high school. I even miss the friends that are still here, but never have time for me. I get frustrated because I feel like I care more about them then they do about me. I try so hard, and when I don't hear from people, I feel alone.
I am sick of feeling like people judge me for everything that I do. I hate that I feel like I need to watch what I say, what I wear, what I listen to, what I watch. It is enough to drive someone insane! I wish that people could just accept me for who I am. And if they don't like something, or if I don't do something that they would do, I wish that they could just be okay with me being me. Say, "we don't agree on everything, but we don't have to."
I am sick of being the person that has to take care of everything at work. I have learned how to multi-task that, in general, I can get everything that I need to done, but when I can't, I wish that there was someone there to say, "you did a great job and I will handle the rest" not leave it there for me to do the next day.
I wish that I knew how to accept change. I am afraid of the unknown, and once I fall into a certain pattern, it scares me when a change is forced on me, and there is nowhere else to go but forward.
I am scared of the noises that my car is making. I wish I knew how to fix it, or that I knew at least what was wrong with it, even though I don't have the money to fix it anyway. I try so hard to take care of my car, that I am really frustrated that things aren't working the way that they are supposed to.
I feel like I have so much to live up to with my family. I run into people that haven't seen us for a while, so they run down the list: "writing for a newspaper, the doctor, the paralegal, the MA". I feel the judgement and the disappointment when they get to me and I can't even afford to go back to college yet. They look down at the job I have now as a dead end job, and I have nowhere to go from there.
This mood will pass, but I just wanted to be honest with everyone, especially myself, about what it is I am feeling right now. So, here is a piece of me that I am sharing with you. Thank you for listening.