The Problem With Me

The Problem With Me a short essay by KookyPlum

the problem with me is i try to understand the world i live in. instead of actually living it. i'm endlessly breaking down ppl's actions and behaviour to find out why they do it and wat is its place in the whole grand design of the universe. i try to analyse weather , cloud and winds to predict wether it will rain. i observe ppl to see their behaviour. but i must say it has not gone in vain. i can and have achieve some things from these silly doings of mine. i can't tell you wat they are. its a secret. bottom line i think too much.

the problem with me is a psychoanalyse myself too much. the harshest judge of me is me. i try to analyse wat i do and wat i think too much. maybe i should just start to pretend everything is happie yappie like everyone else. the truth is just too painful to confront and we all should just pretend and go on with our lives like nothing happened. it seems to work for most people, it could work for me. pretending. putting on a smile wen i feel like crap. wait i do that already.

the problem with me is just me. i have to get over it. or rather shove my issues in the back of my mind where it will lead to some weird behaviour or bite me in the ass in the near future. oh well. thus ends my essay.

anyways i've decided to brush up on my plant knowledge and have decided to revise my plant biology. thats should keep me busy and also i plan to read up on my paramedic stuff also and too add to that i need to train for my silver and add to that all the shit that happens in camp. that should keep me occupied and happily pretending.

well it was good while it lasted. block leave i mean. back to camp soon.