Friday is my day....just not quite yet!

If I asked you to make a list of things to complain about could you?

Would you?

No you say?? But why?

I wonder if it's our wonderfully well adjusted persona's that keep our lips clamped shut.

I wonder.

Or is it our knowledge of insecurity, and the status we achieve socially by allowing it to show which fuels our abilities to remain Stoic in tough situations.

I wonder?

I lie on personality tests to affect the outcomes.
I do it on purpose to make the outcome read as I please, it's a rare talent.
I have taken some pretty in depth tests, repeatedly, and affected the outcome to present myself in a different light.

So surely I could affect the way I'm percieved socially.

So ask me to complain about life, and i'll show you how other have it worse, and how I am happy for who I am and what I have accomplished, yet humbled by those who have accomplished so much more with seemingly so much less to work with.

I'll show that to you.
You'll bite.
I'll look good, you'll look good, and we'll all be a little stronger for having experienced that moment.

La di fucking da.

I think we are all imposters in one way or another.

I fake anger and pessimism.

:)

I am humbled by the complexities of life.
I am certain it all fits.
Like a puzzle.
Or Sex.
it just fits, and feels good.

Speaking of sex.

I was thinking I'd like some sex.
Surely someone will come along... they must, mustn't they?