Me, Myself & Irrate

I'm counting the days to Sharon Lee's return. I wonder what presents i'll get. How many presnts. How many, nice presents. Presents! Presents! Presents! Wahahaa..

Yes, i do miss that B*tch.

My B*tch.

On the topic about and bitches and bitchiness, it can be safely said that i have my fair share of fingers being pointed in my face when this topic rears its head.

Most of the times, mine surfaces without malice. Perhaps largely due to the lack of restraint and/or foresight i allow myself. At times, it hurts others. While some remain silent, some make the active decision to make me come to my senses.

I'm trying to learn to work my way around people politics. And the best solution there is for this(or at least to me) when it happens is distance. That way, life continues on. I appreciate other people's honesty. I just don't feel comfortable in reciprocation.

I have no qualms in walking away.

I do not consider this avoidance in all mannerism, simply because i have to allow myself to move on. I'm not the type that likes to trash things out. In fact, i am such a loser at that. Try thrash talk with me - and even a fake psychic reader will predict violence. Or at the very least, a very wounded friendship.

On the other hand, getting to know the truth helps. At least i have the opportunity to understand how others percieve me. And you may well know how deluded i can be. Perhaps it is the manner in which i portray myself. Loud, brash, straight. I can't take hints. Don't agree with wishy washy behaviour etc etc. The list continues.

I'd rather listen in silence as a mute.

At the same time, i really do understand my behaviour can get out of hand, and people do take offence. I can only offer apologies for all the hurt that i've caused.

I can't promise change. I won't promise change. As much as others have the right to be annoyed, i too, have the obligation to stay true to myself and what i stand for.

So take me as i am. In all my glory.