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Some days society's rules are just a drag. I know they probably save me from much embarrassment and hardship, just the same as the next person, but I just...
** Sometimes I just want to lean over to the guy running two treadmills down from me at the gym and tell him that maybe he should invest in some deoderant
** Sometimes I just want to openly tell my supervisor that his hair bears a remarkable resemblance to that of Harry Potter's
** Sometimes I just want to run around squealing at the top of my lungs because there is sunshine, it's a beautiful day and I feel good goddamnit, and
** Sometimes I want to just be myself, say what I think and stop feeling do damn guilty about the things I enjoy, just because other people don't understand.
*sigh* Goes back to being mundane...
On a different note - I've noticed lately that I've become one of those people that comments on things, then wishes she hadn't and sometimes I go as far as erasing said comment, even though I know the person will have received it by email. I'm sure I'd be erasing more if people didn't already comment back. It's just like I know what I want to say, but when I read what I've said, it's all wrong and sometimes I even wonder if I'm offending people. I'm not commenting much lately and I'm erasing half of them due to minature panic attacks. How weird is that?
** Sometimes I just want to lean over to the guy running two treadmills down from me at the gym and tell him that maybe he should invest in some deoderant
** Sometimes I just want to openly tell my supervisor that his hair bears a remarkable resemblance to that of Harry Potter's
** Sometimes I just want to run around squealing at the top of my lungs because there is sunshine, it's a beautiful day and I feel good goddamnit, and
** Sometimes I want to just be myself, say what I think and stop feeling do damn guilty about the things I enjoy, just because other people don't understand.
*sigh* Goes back to being mundane...
On a different note - I've noticed lately that I've become one of those people that comments on things, then wishes she hadn't and sometimes I go as far as erasing said comment, even though I know the person will have received it by email. I'm sure I'd be erasing more if people didn't already comment back. It's just like I know what I want to say, but when I read what I've said, it's all wrong and sometimes I even wonder if I'm offending people. I'm not commenting much lately and I'm erasing half of them due to minature panic attacks. How weird is that?
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I also find it hilarious that your supervisor has Harry Potter hair! :)
I bet that you're just overthinking things in regards to the comments. Do what you want to do, be what you want to be (yeah!)
*considers deleting the last bit with the song reference and the cheezy (yeah!)*
*shrugs and decides to leave it*
:)
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Heis hair really is HP hair! It never sits flat no matter what he does and it's the same length and colour and everything.
I will stop over thinking at some point. But then I changed this post three ties already. :P
*quickly hits post comment button*