No better way of explaining something than telling my own stories, laughing at them and then shutting down this blog because of eternal humiliation. Kidding! You’re not that lucky. 😛
This morning, while I was slowly, and I mean really slowly… ok, ok… literally 3 hours slowly, ahhh, waking up, two stories from my childhood popped out in my head. I was thinking what did I learn from those embarrassing stories, and what kind of wisdom to share with my dear readers. I decided to tell you a story about me losing my pants in the public. The other story will wait for some other posts. Thank you for waiting!
Changes are good, but it’s rarely defined what kind of changes. We gave popularity to changing ourselves which sends a hidden message that our current personality and behavior suck. I’m not quite sure did I use the right term “current”. To be more precise, it’s not current, it’s always the same personality if we leave our masks or, should I say, not faking.
I dislike the trend of ignoring and suppressing the parts of ourselves hidden in our shadows. It takes so damn much energy to keep it clogged. And the funny thing is that we should focus on the positivity, but we are putting all the strength into clogging our unwanted parts. What do you think which side will win eventually?
If I could call myself as an expert in certain field in personal development, it would be dr. Shyness. After so many years of being a voiceless invisible girl, avoiding the natural light, and social interactions, I can surely share some awareness when it comes to this common issue.
I had a good day today, loaded with positive news, and what would be the best topic to write about now? My upside down mechanism tells me to write about negativity, to be exact, about how to deal with negative people.
Let me share with you 3 secrets on how to keep your head up, and not smack other’s faces. Trust me, all the teachers in the school were talking about my exemplary behavior, and (thank god lol) local society has so many negative examples that I had a lot of practice. ?
It was a sunny day, and my ass wasn’t giving a shit about it. I surely love sunny days, actually I adore them, but you know when you’re in your overthinking mode and dealing with loads of negative and stressful thoughts that you wouldn’t even notice a dog rubbing his tool into your revealed leg which you didn’t shave in months because you couldn’t bother with the basics of hygiene? Khm… I guess I got carried away with the description. Anyways, I think you know what I want to say.
I was heading to my therapist, not expecting much of a change or something. We were talking, hugging and touching (dirty minds, please not this time), and she touched my back. In that moment she said something that I didn’t care much about until I left the room and stepped outside…