Apparently it does take a brain surgeon to see that I’m… actually… Alicia. *gasp* LOL.
That moment when it’s happening- the thing you said “never again” to. And then, before you can stop it… everything comes crashing down.
Who puts on shoes before a top of any kind when prepping to leave the house?!
To all the people throughout my life who helped me get past the anxiety of having awkward moments in conversations with strangers, dates, etc… you have helped me more than you know. In many cases you probably helped by simply being you, and aren’t even aware of the positive effects it had on my life. Each and every time you let the silence linger a little too long for most people’s tastes, each time you stared at me with a cockeyed look on your face and made me guess what you were thinking… you helped me. Instead of being riddled by questions about myself and how I am acting in a coversation or interaction, I can enjoy it. I don’t need to second guess every movement I just made out of instinct, I don’t need to worry about it after the moments are gone. After everything’s said and done, the collected chatter ceases to matter, I realize it’s exactly that. Fleeting moments that need to be enjoyed and not analyzed, worried about constantly.
So, thank you.
You know what I think is the craziest thing ever? That I am the logical, communicative, understanding one. The person who says what she means. When I’m gone one day, at least they can say of me “She was honest.”