Not sure what I've been feeling

Sometimes I find that I feel things that I can't explain. I have to look inside myself for the answers to explain why I do things after I do them. My explanation for why I've been acting weird lately is because of an imbalance in the amount I give and the amount I take. I think I have been selfish lately and now I need to find a way in order to help someone else for a change. Maybe I will start with my own family and then work outwardly from there.

I'm Enough

Thoughts coming and going telling me that I can't do things. That I'm not strong enough, smart enough, brave enough... Why did I never realize that it's all in my head? I seem to do things anyway but with self doubt. But I am enough just because I am a human being. My peers don't know more than I do (which I always seem to have thought). Others are insecure, questioning too. There is no point to any of it because it will only keep me back from enjoying life.

I am enough.

Embarassing

I never realized before how completely embarrassing this blog is. Hah. I also don't know why I wrote a blog post about my camera being ruined by Andrea and how much I cared about a "thing". I think I've come a long way since then. Still, I worry about how weird I am, and that new people in my life won't accept me for the way I am. There's nothing I can do though, then just be me.

Some Theory For You

Some thoughts

People are born with a distinct self...perhaps the MBTI is something born in. Only when they truly accept themselves and are comfortable in their own skin can they unleash their full potential.

Me and We

My dad and I were talking about a poem that he had written when he was a kid. It was about eating a slice of plain bread, trying to hide it so nobody would see. It's about the rigidity of what is considered "normal". Another kid points out how weird it is that he is eating plain bread.
My mom is always worrying about me, thinking that I don't go out enough. But if I am an intellectual, who enjoys solitary activity and personal growth, then what is wrong with that? Shouldn't I be allowed to be myself?

"You go to school, you get a master's degree, you study Shakespeare and you wind up being famous for plastic glasses."
-Sally Jessy Raphael

Life doesn't always turn out the way you have planned.

Can I Tell You A Secret?

Sometimes you will just feel sad. Unexplainable, irrational sadness sweeping over like a cloud of dust. And then a ray of sunshine, and then a few tears. Why is everything so chaotic? Is it only for some of us? Or is it a feeling we all have experience with?