SO…
Um…
Yeah, I dunno. I feel like I should update. xD
I’ve been really up-and-down lately, like one minute I’ll be nice and content with who I am and the next I’m depressed as hell and hating myself. Seriously, for the last three weeks I just can’t figure myself out. I’ve been sort of shutting people out and just keeping to myself, and while I’ve always been shy, it’s never really been this bad. And the more I think about it the more emo I get, and it just gets worse and worse until I actually start crying, to which I can only say, “Um, WTF. You’re not in high school anymore. Put on your big girl panties and deal with it.”
I’ve always had this huge fear of rejection, which is stupid because I’m pretty sure no one really thinks about me that much. I used to literally OBSESS over what other people might think of me to the point where I finally just forced myself to think of other things. I literally had to think to myself, “Okay, ENOUGH” and jump on another thought train, and this method worked pretty well. I’m still self-conscious, but it’s NOWHERE near as bad as it used to be.
And now that I’m venting a bit, I think I know what the problem is: I refuse to be myself around other people. And, well, it’s not really difficult to understand why when I’m an agnosticmaybethingamawhat at an all-Christian college.
And might I add that I wouldn’t even be in this little predicament if I would, gee, I dunno, BE MYSELF around other people. Especially my parents.
But I’ve already bitched in another post on why I can’t do that to my parents… Well, okay. I could but it wouldn’t end well. It’s just easier to be who they want me to be, and I can save my real self for my friends.
But being here is kind of like being around my parents all the time with none of my real friends around. And I have a hard time making real friends here- not because people here are unfriendly, far from it- but because I refuse to be me. And if they like the front I put up, it just can’t last.
I’ve been reading up on shyness and one way to overcome it seems to be simply realizing that most people probably don’t hate me as much as I hate myself. In fact, the vast majority probably don't give a damn and that's actually somehow sort of comforting.
But seriously, I’m writing Dear Abby or something. This crap is annoying. :|
…So yeah. *mops up all the emo* To make up for all this mess:
PUPPIES! 8D