In the
light of World Self Reflection Day a blogpost about – shock horror - self reflection. Quite sure you didn’t see that one
coming. However before we start would
like to apologize to Belgian footballplayers who have been injustly accused of
a) not singing along with national anthem and b) elevating football to new
levels of crappiness. Someone pointed
out that these days the Red Devils are nothing less than a flight of warbeling
songthrushes as soon as they hear tadzjing
tadzing _and_ they’re known to
actually win several football matches. Have
seen so on Wikipedia. So, sorry, Red
Devils, I didn’t know any better and hereby elevate you to the level of Happy
Mediocracy. Would also like to thank my trusted readers
for their unyielding and unfailing quest to make sure this blog is not a bunch
of cheap shambles but actual truth. Again,
thank you! Wouldn’t be here without
you. Sadness. Boo.
Anywayz. World Self Reflection Day. How often do we stop and ponder our
characters? Not often enough am
sure. And therefore it is now World Self
Reflection Day. Write down the date. Along with National Peat Day, which as we all
know – or should know at least – is celebrated on the 8th of
February. We can take two directions
when it comes to World Self Reflection Day. Still pondering whether to include them
both. In meanwhile, let’s start with
Evil Arthella. Be sure to picture some
horns, a trident and a pointy tail. Or
not. Your party etc.
Quite sure
can be rather annoying person. Am very
stubborn. Always think am right. Or so I’m told. But because always think am right, find it
hard to see myself. Will hardly ever
admit that wrong. Which is a bit
annoying. Then again. As long as I think I _am_ right, don’t see why I should apologise. Maybe this is about the times when I know deep
deep deep down that maybe am not right after all. But since that never happens. Can see how World Self Reflection Day is
working out nicely for me. Right. Next!
Am nasty vindictive
individual. Luckily am rather slow to
anger, but most of the time when one has successfully Pissed Me Off, there’s no
turning back. Will not erupt in flames
when this is the case. Most of the time
my approach is one of slow and cold rage. And then I go Mr. Darcy on people. For those not acquainted with Pride and
Prejudice: My good opinion once lost, is
lost forever. A bit annoying when this
happens with people I still have to deal with as am not exactly known for my
poker face.
Much to my
dismay am bit of an open book. A closed
open book. Huzzah. Paradox!
While prefer to keep emotions mostly to myself, face keeps betraying me.
Damn you, pretty face of doom! When I don’t like someone it is instantly
visible. And in the rare case it isn’t
(when I do my utmost best to smile and nod, nod and smile) my Not So Subtle Silence
might give it away. Then again, do not
confuse Not So Subtle Silence with Awkward Silence Because Comfortable Group
Size has been exceeded. And comfortable
group size in this case is three. Including
myself. Best of situations is when am
stuck with a twat in a big group. Not So
Subtle Silence can easily be concealed.
Yayness!
Since am
not allowed to be all negative, also will do some positive self
reflection. Shouldn’t be too hard. Niftiness galore etc. Still, is always harder than it should be as
somehow we’re afraid to say something good about ourselves. Most dreaded question in job interview: “Please name five of your qualities.” Argh. Without sounding like a pompous ass. Tricky!
Most of the
time would say that am creative. Which I
am. Perfectly innocent quality. Truth of it easily revealed. And can be measured objectively. Saying that you’re creative is infinitely less
risky than saying you’re funny. Though
that one can easily be disguised as “have a sense of humour”. Then again.
My sense of humour is probably a lot different from yours. Do possess one. Even if am female. Some people convinced that females lack sense
of humour. But it’s not like sense of
humour is something objective. Funny
haha.
Hmm. Also possess some kind of innocent
charm. Yes? Surely I do?
Only problem is that am far from innocent. But can act in a very cute way. Maybe.
Would like to think so. Myself
that is. Other people would call it
weird. Or immature. Le sigh. So hard to please everyone. Good that it’s World Self Reflection Day and that am perfectly entitled to create happy
bubble of niftiness for/about self.
And whoever
bursts it.
May Rotten
Potatoes Rain Down On You In Most Unpleasant Manner!
Um. Yeah.
Done for now. Glee.
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