Back Talk: A Tale of Self Deprecation

Disappointment is a feeling I am rather familiar with. Let me tell you why, oh sweet blog of my pitiful self-analysis. People tend to let me down because I have such high expectations for them. I flit between two different worlds; the dreamy, wonderful world in my head and the harsh real world. I hate being bothered with what I deem as unnecessary wastes of time such as doing the dishes, shopping for groceries, and other mindless activities. I hope it’s not something that will be a detriment in my future. If I could be great at something I’m not actually all too good at, it would be music. I’d love to just sing and play instruments and write songs and perform in front of people. That’s got to be one of the biggest highs ever. That and being a professional athlete who has just won a big event. I live for feelings like that. My emotions are right on the surface and normally I do a good job at controlling them, but I always feel things very deeply. TOO deeply sometimes. I just want excitement and adventure and an ability to do profound things with my life. Monotony absolutely kills me. Every single day I come up with tons of these romantic ideas about what I want to do with my life and they usually remain just that and I get discouraged. And to top it off, most of the people I know are stupid left brain thinkers who only see in black and white and like to solve equations for fun and have no idea what I mean when I say the things I am thinking. Why was I cursed to be so idealistic and romantic??