Wednesday, September 8, 2010

My Bubble.

I live in a bubble. Usually my bubble consists of me, Jesse, Archer and Kity. I spend a lot of time in my bubble. Due to the fact I work a lot, my work friends are in my bubble, and that's cool because they make me laugh a lot and a very easy to get on with. My friends are sometimes in my bubble...but not all the time, but just sometime. Thats the way I like it. I like my bubble. It keeps me content and comfortable. On the occasions I let me friends in to my bubble, some times they drive me crazy and sometimes they are a fantastic addition to the bubble. I seem to find people a lot of work. To be honest, I am just not good at them in the personal sense. I screw up a lot, I get under appreciated a lot and I have a bad habit of saying/doing the wrong things. In the past I was so super confident and felt so in control of my life and my surroundings. I don't know whats change or whats happened, but it seem confidence and morale in the bubble is at an all time low. I am nervous all the time, so scared to screw up with my friends....the people who I am meant to care about and who are meant to care about me. I have lost so many friends, to so many stupid things that I constantly feel like I am walking on eggshells around the people I am meant to feel the most comfortable with. Other than the members of my bubble (Jesse, Archer, Kitty) and my family, there is no one in my life that I feel like I can trust enough to not leave me because of something I screw up. Is this a fear of abandonment? Deep seeded childhood issues? Haha I will make a physiologist very rich one day.

All I know is I prefer my bubble. No matter how strange that makes me. I do love my friends, the ones I still have anyways. But there is something so comforting to know you have something so safe to have to come home to every day.

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