I don't think I've ever been comfortable in my own skin.
It's the weirdest thing.
I'm pretty sure I'm the least observant person you know.
Also odd, it seems.
Knowing better doesn't always inspire me to do/be better.
There is an "I am totally judging you" lobe of my brain that is way to big for its britches.
The above is particularly, but not exclusively, true when you use shoddy grammar.
My holier-than-thou-ness is holier than yours.
Food is not my friend, and yet my loyalty to its charms knows no bounds.
Sometimes when I'm excessively kind, it belies a deep-seated resentment.
Never met an emoji I couldn't overuse.
I have significant doubts about my professed religion that I've never shared with anyone.
There was a time in my life when I seriously contemplated running away from life as I knew it.
I'm genuinely selfish, a lot of the time.
There are times my patience with people runs so thin, I think my head will explode.
Those good intentions that pave the road to hell? You're welcome.
A lack of facts or actual knowledge has never gotten in the way of my willingness to debate (argue) endlessly and arduously.
I can pass for a human sloth when I want to. I do lazy like it's my job.
If they offered a doctorate in Self-Justification Theory, I would hold one.
I am an awkward friend. Maybe because I am an awkward human.
There are very few things I am very good at. Although I am moderately adequate at countless.
But I have accepted myself completely.
So I do have that going for me.
*Title quote by Carl Jung.