closet chocolates.

Sometimes you feel like a nut, sometimes you don’t. Other times, you just want to hide in your closet and eat some chocolate (please see photo below circa 2006). I know what you’re thinking. You’re thinking…uh…Christin…what does you having a issue with candy have do to with me? Everything, that’s what.

closet chocolates

 

I think you’d be hard-pressed to find another blogger with a picture of themselves in a closet, eating a chocolate bar, wearing a Lynard Skynard tee with True Religion jeans. Because, honestly, most people just aren’t that cool. Also, I think it would be harder to find a blogger who would, in turn, post said picture on their blog. Read talk: most people really care what other people think of them. Now you’re in luck because I would never forgo a laugh at anyone’s expense, especially my own.

So I hope you enjoyed this ridiculous photo of me, stone cold sober. Have a great Wednesday, ya jerks!

thinking aloud.

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Sometimes I really wonder how much I should share on here. What is too much and what isn’t enough. To be quite honest, I really don’t share much at all about me, per-se, on this blog. I’m not sure if it’s because I find it not to be the forum or because I generally tend to not tell everyone, or anyone, my business.

It’s nothing personal, it’s just how I’ve always been. Some things lead to questions and most days, I just don’t want to answer them and I’ve never been one to enjoy pity from others or shock on their faces.

But lately, I’ve been distracted with my thoughts. Not general thoughts, but thoughts about something I’ve never shared here because  a) it isn’t funny and b) honestly does anyone like me when I’m not funny? It’s just not fun to go to a blog and read about all kinds of serious malarky.

That being said, if I don’t post now and then these next couple of months, it’s because I can’t think of anything funny to say. Moreover, next week I should have some good shit up here. Hope everyone has a great weekend!

stop it.

Admittedly, I have a problem. No, I’m not an alcoholic or a drug addict but I think this could even be worse. Sometimes I hate myself. Like really, really, hate. And not because I think I’m fat or ugly or because my clothes aren’t cool, but because I don’t live up to my own standards. Actually, I don’t even think I can live up to them. More than likely, the standard that I measure myself against daily is unobtainable.

Why do I keep doing it? I have no idea. They say that you’re your own worst critic, and I’m not even a critic. It’s worse that than. I can easily whip myself into a frenzy or get so depressed that I could sleep for a week.

But sometimes, when I’m in the middle of my downward spirals, I remember something that I wish I would remember sooner.

Easier said than done, right? And I’m pretty sure that I’m not alone in this one. And I also think it’s pretty rampant in the blogging community.

So maybe, if for just today, we all could just stop being so hard on ourselves. What do you think?