I have several toxic habits - I know - because I read this article on the web.
It’s a miracle I’m not an axe murderer, based on what the experts said.
I use “should” biased judgements - when things go amiss.
I think about the future, when settling down to rest.
I obsess on defining the “best part” in each of my experiences.
I often think in poetic terms - which has driven wise men delirious.
I have nova bursts of interest - which escalate into crushes.
I keep a mental list of incidents which, if left unmanaged, lead to grudges.
The flaws go on and on - God, I simply am a mess.
I need to face my many flaws so that they might be addressed.
Do you think anyone is ever perfect?
Is it like playing whack-a-mole?
So that no one ever ends up perfect - they simply end up old?
Dec 23, 2020
Dec 23, 2020 at 5:55 AM UTC
I have several toxic habits - I know - because I read this article on the web.
It’s a miracle I’m not an axe murderer, based on what the experts said.
I use “should” biased judgements - when things go amiss.
I think about the future, when settling down to rest.
I obsess on defining the “best part” in each of my experiences.
I often think in poetic terms - which has driven wise men delirious.
I have nova bursts of interest - which escalate into crushes.
I keep a mental list of incidents which, if left unmanaged, lead to grudges.
The flaws go on and on - God, I simply am a mess.
I need to face my many flaws so that they might be addressed.
Do you think anyone is ever perfect?
Is it like playing whack-a-mole?
So that no one ever ends up perfect - they simply end up old?
It's hard sometimes to recognize my own faults - they're like blind-spots.
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