Life is but a never-ending chess match. One wrong move and you might lose.
I have Nyctophobia. It’s another word for an irrational fear of night or darkness. My brain and heart are fighting each other on this. My brain says this is an irrational fear but brain, can you please tell that to my heart when it’s thudding like a high-rhythmic beating drum when I’m in the dark?
“I have never met anyone messier than you. I don’t know how you can live like this,” my mom would often say.
I know I wrote about how I was capable of so many things but really, I’m someone who’s called “Jack of all trades and master of none.”
I am pretty klutzy, period. My mom used to singsong “clumsy, clumsy girl” whenever I fell down as a little girl. I think I fell because my mind was somewhere else, at least that’s why I fell and scraped my knees the last time, which was about a year ago.
I consider myself to be a jovial person. It doesn’t take much to make me laugh, even if I feeling angry at the moment. I sometimes dislike this ability – to go from anger to laughter like a flip of a coin.
This week for the Lens-Artists Photo Challenge, we are challenged to share some colorful photos to represent the spring-like April.
I have often been told by my mom I am a patient person. “I don’t think I have the patience like yours to complete a 2000-piece jigsaw puzzle.” She’d say. So that’s what I’ve always thought – I am a patient person.
I don’t recall when I developed this ridiculously hopeful attitude toward life – that everything will get better eventually, that something is better than nothing, glass is half-full kind of person.
“Don’t be so selfish,” my mom would chide whenever I refuse to help or whenever I refuse to share food with somebody. I hated being called that because I feel like that’s all I’ve been doing my whole life – sharing and never getting enough for myself.
When I was in middle school or high school, my mom would often point out teasingly that I have a low EQ (emotions quotient), sort of like low IQ except with emotions.
I consider myself to be an easygoing person but of course, because of my doubtfulness, I am not certain I’m viewed as this person in some people’s eyes. In the past, I’ve had people give me conflicted ideas – people tell me I’m mean, people tell me I’m too nice and need to be meaner…
This week on Blogging insights – hosted by Tanya at Salted Caramel – asks:
Sometimes, I wish I can go to the top of a mountain and scream, “I am a capable person.”
If you are a regular follower of this blog, you will know I write plenty of flash fiction and short stories about weird things – ghosts, vampires, and other supernatural things as well as some other weird things.
When life gives you lemons, you do whatever the hell you can with it.
After a 6 weeks hiatus, Blogging insights – hosted by Tanya at Salted Caramel – is back and she asks:
It’s stressful and frustrating to have someone always say negative things about your stuff because it constantly makes you think “What can I do to make it better?”
Continuing from last week’s question, this week’s Blogging Insights – hosted by Tanya at Salted Caramel – asks: