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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...start singing along loudly to my favourite song on my hour long bus ride to work every morning
...tell those stupid people who call me to ask for the umpteenth time if I want to play the lottery that they are annoying little buggers and should go to hell
...openly cry with joy and bounce when I see a rainbow or a beautiful sunset
...tell my boss that he is simply damn wrong when he claims that he has never said that action xyz should be taken and blames his underlings for this -his!- mistake."
I could go on and on! Rules are important, but sometimes I'm so fed up or so incredibly happy that I wished I'd dare to break them, especially the unspoken ones.
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But we can all do it now and then. At least the singing and bouncing we can do. :)