Hey Honey Comb,
Today’s entry will intentionally stop you in place, cause you to shutter, cover your mouth and gasp… hopefully.
Before I GET BUSY continuing this uphill climb, working my @ss off to show dedication, skimming this boiling pot of flattery and writing about a world I’d rather live in, and shining on some unsuspecting beauty this week like always, I’d like to say thank you. Thank You To God, to family, to friends, to any antagonists out there and this dog I’ve been playing fetch with lately.
I do feel somewhat more comfortable mentioning the CUTENESS of the DOG , right now. It’s very “concerning” we’ll call it, to me how words of flattery and endearment are such a tool for me but yet still so scary.
GET OUT OF MY LANE! YOU SENSITIVE CRYBABIES!
I fear the refrigerator being hurled at me still. All that for just helping certain people feel wanted and worthy.
:), don’t you worry, in my head I’m treating others exactly how I’d like to be treated. I kiss butt around the clock, I let go when there’s little to nothing I can possibly do to make an impact, I throw the slobbery ball, I let things slide… I, honestly kind of want mine.
I benefit from reassurance. I benefit from seeing people. I benefit from talking things out. I benefit from something called open communication bolstering my efforts. I get scared when I can’t reach people. Shoot me!
