Being me is stressful. Very stressful. It might seem like a lot of fun to the casual observer and yes, mostly it’s great but sometimes it’s just not. There is a lot to do, a lot I am responsible for, and not enough hours in the day. I wish I was better at many things, I’m way too hard on myself and I am frustrated in so many ways at the moment.
I’m pretty sure every now and then we all have a killer couple of days that destroy us, am I right? It doesn’t really matter how supportive the people around you are, or how much you know you deserve more but sometimes you just keep getting looked over. Why even care? It’s easier to give in to being ordinary, robotic and boring. When you follow and smile, shut your face and act like all is well it is definitely much easier than being as frustrated like I am. Maybe. I think it’s probably just easier on the outside because on the inside it’s not easy at all. On the inside I’m desperate for a break but I don’t know where to begin to look for it, and I’m always anxiously awaiting my time and my turn to be here. Mostly it’s easier to just not give a shit and carry on. Sadly, that’s just not me.
I’m always looking for my turn and my time; my break.
My introduction and elevator pitch are ready.
“Hi, I’m Susan but you might know me as @kungfupussy….”