I'm an only child. My whole life I've been the favorite by default. Which is both a blessing and a curse. To my parents I'm flippin awesome, a frickin princess but outside of my parent's world I'm barley noticeable. If I am noticed it's because I've done something wrong or farted.
That statement may come across like I'm feeling sorry for myself but I'm not...really.
I would love to be someone's favorite, be important, be significant and missed when I'm not around but I also realize my expectations are too high
It can be quite challenging to be my friend because I take compliments about as well as I take criticism and I assure you that doesn't go over well with my fragile ego. I can take the most constructive criticism and see it as a personal attack.
If you compliment me I'll probably argue with you or my face will turn red. It doesn't turn slightly pink I turn all shades of red all the way to purple when I'm uncomfortable and it happens at the dumbest times.
I love attention but hate being the center of attention. I hate surprises, especially if multiple people are involved because I feel plotted against and stupid...and my face turns red.
So I'm not totally trashing myself, one of my good points is I like to treat the people that are important to me like they're my favorite, because they are. Everyone has something about them that makes them my "favorite"
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