I am tired. I want to be tired. I don’t want to be tired. I’m tired. I want to be tired. I want to be tired. I want to be tired. I want to be tired. I want to be tired. I want to be tired. I want to be tired. I want to be tired. I want to be tired. I want to be tired. I want to be tired. I want to be tired.
A good friend of mine used to work at a real-estate building and have been told to “buy a house.” I’ve since given up thinking and became more and more dependent on this friend. I have spent months trying to make sure none of those houses ever go to the construction site. I’m only trying to get in the right mindset.
I’ve never seen a living human being with a strong personality. The only way I can feel good about myself is to be so lucky. People always tell me that they don’t have the strength to be good enough. They’ve been told that if they don’t go on this journey they’ll never get back to being good enough.
I know my first instinct was to be nice, but Ive been told that Ill always have bad manners. Ive been asked to do things for other people, and Ive been told that if i dont do something for other people i will be punished for it.
I didn’t really care what people thought of me, it just seemed like I was the way I was, not me. I just wanted to be like me. So I have to live with that, and Ive been told that i don’t have the strength to be good enough. Now, how many times do I have to tell someone that that’s not what I want them to think? Ive been told that if you dont do anything for other people, you will be punished.
If you’re not doing something for other people you’re not doing anything for yourself. If you’re not doing something for other people, you’re doing something for people who already care what you do for them.
This makes me feel like I’m talking to myself. I’m talking to myself because I believe I’m talking to a whole bunch of people who know what I’m talking about and believe I’m talking about them. I have a lot of friends, family, and coworkers who know me well… but I don’t think I’ve ever talked enough to see what I’m talking about.
It sounds crazy, but in my current job I only get a couple of projects every year that I actually work on. The rest I get done in a single weekend. Thats not because I dont care but because I work hard and I just don’t have time to work on anything else. No, I do it because I enjoy doing it.