Confessions – Things I am Not Good At

We all have those things that we are really good at. Then we have those things we are not so good at. You know what I am talking about! Here are some things I am not good at:

–Making a decision about what to do or where to eat. I am an indecisive person first of all, so actually deciding on somewhere can be quite difficult. If I actually do suggest some places to eat or things to do, and you don’t want to do it, then why did you ask me to pick? You obviously had something in mind! That drives me crazy too! So I don’t like to decide, I am a go with the flow type of girl.

–I can’t draw. My drawings never advanced past stick figures. Even my stick figures are average at best.

–I am not good at making bows. I never learned how to tie my shows the way 90% of people do. I wasn’t picking up on the over, under around the tree shit…so I learned how to tie making two bunny ears and looping those around. Bows don’t look so cute when done with bunny ears.

–I am not good at confrontation. I freaking hate confrontation. I would rather just not say anything at all and suffer silently than confront someone about something. Unless they are so very wrong that I can’t stand it. Then I might explode.

–Kissing ass. I am not an ass kisser. I never have been, and I never will be. In school, teachers liked me because I was quiet, behaved and got good grades, not because I sucked up. At work people like me because I do my job, not because I am busy brown nosing it with the big people.

–Poker face. I can bite my tongue, but the people that know me best know what I am thinking because it is written all over my face. My mom and sister are the same way, must be hereditary!

–Geometry – I was a freaking math wiz in school, but the shapes? Fuck the shapes.

–Blood and first aid – I could never be a nurse. I get squeamish at my owns cuts and stuff. I have to give myself shots twice a month for a serious deficiency that I have and it is a freaking miracle that I can actually do it now. The site of needles before would make me weak in the knees. My dad was a paradmedic when I was younger and both he and my sister are on fire rescue squads now, so obviously that did not pass down!

Is there something you are not good at?

Confessions in ecards:

How I feel some days when people are acting crazy, or I am at Walmart:

People don’t understand my struggles:

This is so me, I am always digging myself in a hole:

I am guilty of being ready for cooler temps and already having all the pumpkin coffees and beers:

Basically:

I don’t think I could ever forget to eat. Ever.

Sometimes I might wish bad karma on people who are shitty. It’s true.

How I feel when I am out late:

This is probably true:

Go confess with Kathy!