2006-08-08
Advice
For the first time in a long time, I got rip-roaring drunk with my roommate on Friday. Well, the first time I got drunk for fun. But as the night progressed, and the alcohol disappeared, it somehow became a discussion into What is Wrong With Me. According to my (very drunk) roommate, my biggest problem is that I don't have enough self-confidence which, well, duh. In fact, this is a song and dance I've heard from most of my (very drunk) friends, who generally follow up with a rendition of Why Don't You Like Yourself More, God What Is Wrong With You?, which always warms my heart. But this last conversation had an extra special twist, with an encore of Do You Know How Many Guys You've Turned Off Because You're So Insecure?, which is pretty much why I ended the night with a tummy full of wine and anxiety.
Of course I know that if I felt better about myself, my life would probably be more enjoyable. I also know that microwave popcorn doesn't make a nutritious dinner, but I'll eat it anyway. I just don't understand how I'm supposed to change the way I've always been. It's taken me 24 years to craft this self-depreciating persona, and now I'm expected to become someone else? Ugh, I'm just too tired to deal with it. I think I may just transition from insecure young woman into cranky curmudgeon.
In order to avoid dealing with this personality crisis, I've been busy making stuff:
A CD-holder out of an old hardcover book:
Pillows made out of my roommate's old shirts:
A new knit hat:
And, a peach pie:
(Not pictured, the first pie I made that didn't survive long enough to be photographed)
corin82 at 10:57 p.m.