January 2012
3 posts
You're different.
I suppose as children we never want to be told that we’re different. We come into our own and realise that being different is a good thing. In fact I am the type of person that feeds off making people feel uncomfortable with my ‘quirkiness’. However, we each have our limits.
The other day some colleagues of mine pulled me up on being ‘different’. Pulled me up on it...
one of those days - defined
Ponce.
even though we joke about the shard, situations give rise to emotion. I have been feeling unsettled since Wednesday. I have decided that I do indeed need to go for a run and clear my mind of the cobweb-like analytics.
She says and does as she wishes, the way I would want. I cannot help but feel the need to read into everything, each gesture.
Each way I react leads to another reaction.
I...
