January 27, 2014
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Some people have their 'ideal' image of themselves.
Taller, thinner, more hair, less zits
It's the ideal image.
My ideal image is a cartoon.
And it morphs on a daily basis.
I try to believe that I'm Wonder Woman but most times I imagine myself more like Cartman.
You know the cliche thing where it's an angel on one shoulder and a devil on the other.
I kinda feel like I've got those out too - and they are constantly arguing.
People think I"m weird... most of the time I'm having an ongoing never ending internal argument about money, men, school, work, life, blah blah blah blah
I don't talk much... I'm listening to them (umm... err.. myself) and I'm missing out on life.
Last night I wanted a drink.
I drove around for 25 minutes having a mental battle about what bar I should go to if I should go to one at all.
I didn't go to the bar
I got bored and went home.
I didn't get a drink
I didn't buy a bottle of vodka
I just went home.
I filled up my Amazon shopping cart but I didn't click 'Submit Order'.
I worked out.
I tried to clean.
I had another mental battle about if I should go to Boyne or should I stay home and fix the house.
I don't know who won that one.
The only way I can shut down the internal bickering is by either getting drunk or zoning out to whatever show is on.
I started watching 'Heros'
Then I went to bed.
No money spent.
No argument won.
No ground gained.
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