So I’ve been thinking more about my previous post. I’ve decided that just because I am selfish and narcicistic and all those other things that I listed previously, it doesn’t mean that I’m not a good person, and THAT is why I think I still manage to be mostly happy.
I like to be liked, and I know that I am.
I want what I want, who doesn’t, but I’m willing to work for it.
I can be very mean, but I don’t always choose to be.
I am stubborn and like my own way of thinking, but I am willing to listen to others.
That’s why I like me. I think this will be my last addition to this subject.
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So over the past few years I’ve realized that I am much different than I thought I was. I thought in my idealistic little world that I was a bright, caring, kind person with steadfat values. I thought that everyone deserved a chance and that I would always be open-minded and moral.
I am not these things.
I have come to find that I am selfish, somewhat narsicistic, brutal and sometimes narrow-minded. Oddly enough, I am still usually a nice and cheery person most of the time.
I think it comes from being at peace with the fact that I am what I am, and I keep finding out new things too.
