Geordie Shore’s Charlotte:
“So we’re with the girls, doing facial masks and steaming and we got nail varnish. I’ve seen the movies, you have to put cucumber on your eyes to get rid of the bags
I haven’t found cucumber
but I found broccoli”
I’m sorry that when asked for my opinion you thought that the first 3 words that came out of my mouth were wrong.
I’m sorry that I asked you how your weekend was and that I didn’t know that you only wanted to answer that question when somebody else asked it.
I’m sorry that I said Good Morning when you were clearly discussing the latest news on that one tv-show that you watched.
I’m sorry I’m not the person you said I was and I’m sorry for saying that what you think of me isn’t the person I am
I’m sorry for having these glasses when you clearly hate them.
I’m sorry I brought you tea because a few minutes after I placed it down you tipped it over and it ruined your documents.
I’m sorry I wasn’t complaining about having too little time because I was too busy working.
I’m sorry I don’t hate the exact same people that you hate based on things you heard other people say.
I’m sorry for wearing thongs even though you said that they will create scar tissue on your butt.
I’m sorry for asking how to do my job right because it’s obviously super easy once you done the same thing for a couple of years day in day out.
I’m sorry that when I went on vacation I didn’t know what happened on work that week.
I’m sorry I like to live in a big city even though I don’t have a parking space reserved for my house.
I’m sorry that when I suggested we should change this so and so you didn’t want to do it because you wanted to propose the exact same thing months later.
I’m sorry that my face turns read whenever you point at me and tell me that I’m stupid and naive.
I’m sorry that I match my bag, shoes, coat and umbrella with my outfit.
I’m sorry for wanting to follow the laws of the country and not the made-up laws that are supposedly more convenient.
I’m sorry for noticing you whispering about me behind my back.
I’m sorry I found you stealing the candy from my desk and I’m sorry I said you could take it if you would’ve asked.
I’m sorry you were on a diet when I brought cookies for everyone and you couldn’t take one because of your diet but you did and you felt fat and I shouldn’t have brought cookies.
I’m sorry I declined when you asked if I wanted to attend the service desk even though I’ve already done it many, many times and we’re supposed to take turns.
I’m sorry you broke the printer and blamed it on me even though I used it before you and it worked fine and when I used it after it still worked fine.
So Sorry I left.
Als je te moe bent om beide handen aan je stuur te houden hoor je niet thuis op de bestuurdersstoel.
Whenever you look up any self-help or visit a psychologist, you will get the advice to write. Write letters, write out your feelings, emotions, inner stuff, thoughts and struggles and you know, stuff.
Okay. here we go.
The thing I wanted to talk about today (well, duh, not talk, type..) is “to change”. I often hear, especially from sassy people, “I am who I am” or maybe from the even more confident people “People like me for who I am”. And then you have the motivational tiles or posters or wallpapers or toiletpapers or whatever gets your wallet to open its flaps (sexual inuendo intended because that shit is funny), they will tell you stuff like “accept yourself” and “be kind to yourself” and blahdeeblah. You know what I mean. If you don’t, oh well. Pick up an internet once in a while. I know that’s impossible but this is my therapy. I can write whatever I want.
So. About that. Seriously. What the hell.
If there’s anything that should be on a motivational poster, it would be “CHANGE”. Change!! Always aspire to be a better version of you! Learn more! Make yourself opportunities where you’re challenged by your own thoughts and assumptions! Go educate yourself! Be amazed! Sure. People are who they are, but I’m not saying you should change others. Or, you could try, but, let’s not. That shit is hard. Change please. Or.. stay the same. You pick,.
BUT YOU PICKED! which defines you~!! You choose to be the same or to change or maybe you just change because you didn’t pick or you know wow no don’t pick your nose you gross.
I’m just saying; saying “this is who I am” is lazy. There’s no ‘Complete’ version of you. You’re not finished. Being happy about yourself is an entirely different thing, I’m not talking about that. And most of the time you can’t change with you knowing it, you just pick situations. Just don’t tell people that shouldn’t change. They should. Always.