At times I wonder how others perceive me (not that that prevents me from plowing ahead with any particular behavior or argument). Am I perceived as a pot-stirrer (I am), a critic (I am), a procrastinator (guilty), disorganized (my entire life), a rebel (I'd like to think with a cause), a wannabe writer and poet (given any day, I try). These are pretty obvious flaws or personality traits, but does anyone suspect I don't like crowds despite my gregarious nature? Anyone know that I don't always want to talk; that I like to listen? Would anyone know that if you commented on how much I talked, you'd pierce a childhood hurt that's never really healed?
I'm rambling today because I'm feeling out of sorts. Next month marks a milestone for me that I'm not likely to go into detail about, but every year about two weeks prior to my anniversary, I get exceptionally weirded out. I have dreams, get reflective and anxious.
Anyone else have anniversaries that weird them out and the foreshadowing comes like clockwork?
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