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Know You’re Faults

It’s important to know you’re faults. Your own faults.

Not everything is everyone else’s fault.

Here are some of mine:

  1. I am shy- very painstakingly shy.
  2. I talk a lot or sometimes not at all when I get nervous.
  3. I’m an introvert, I like to be left alone- not be alone (as Audrey Hepburn says). That’s a little hard when it comes to being surrounded by a bunch of extroverts in my family with opinions. Then again, what’s a family without opinions on every thing you do?
  4. I want to travel- so so so so badly. But, I can’t save a penny for my life. I do spend on myself sometimes but I also love to buy things for other people and disregard the fact that it will jack up my bank account.
  5. I jumble words (this is something I found out more recently).
  6. I have weird feet. There, I said it: I don’t like my feet. That’s not so much of a fault as it is a criticism of my own appearance.
  7. I can get jealous.
  8. But I also really don’t care at the same time because I believe the sayings “everything happens for a reason” and “if it’s meant to be it will be.”


Good things:

  1. I’m compassionate. I’ve always gone above and beyond when it comes to empathy and if I so much as hear a sad snippet of someone’s story whether fiction or non-fiction I will most likely tear up. I think this is more a good thing than bad because it shows I’m human.
  2. I have moments where I’m fearless and throw all caution to the wind whether it comes to an interview, trying something new, or simply talking to someone I haven’t before. These are my favorite.
  3. I’m quiet. This means I listen to people.
  4. I want to travel- what kind of world would it be if I couldn’t read and travel through books at least?
  5. I’m a hard worker. I always have been (the main thing I focus on is details), I don’t know any other way. And if something were to not be perfect, I’ll either try a different way or accept it and move on.
  6. I’m Care free. I’m care-free but not to the point where I give zero damns about anything.
  7. I have a fast metabolism and like chocolate a lot so it sort of balances out lol.
  8. I own up to anything wrong or misleading I’ve done (or sometimes paranoidly think I do).

*IMPORTANT: If you make a mistake or hurt someones feelings, please own up to it as soon as possible or try to fix in some way. There’s a lot more respect, and less regrets if you do so.*

What are some of your faults / good qualities?



If you’ve gone through a breakup, a troubling friendship, any situation where you have been wronged and there is no paranoia involved or thoughts of you being the bad guy because you know there was zero way. Fact… 

You need to be patient. 

That jerk is going to message you, call you, email you, what have you… whether it’s 2 days time, 2 months time, or 2 years time they are going to realize they messed up. 

They are going to ask for you back, or ask to be friends. Maybe they are lonely or whatever side project they had didn’t work out for them… whatever the case, don’t disrupt your own life to play along. 

That chapter of your life is over. 

It feels like absolute hell, I know. 

And your going to want to message them right away and go off because you don’t deserve to be treated in such a way, I know. 

But be patient. 

Don’t sit around waiting for them to attempt to redeem themselves— or you. What you need to do is block them or unfriend them at least for a little while to clear any uneccesary garbage from your life that they may throw at you out of the blue. 

It is hard to move on, but after a little while (different times for everyone) it gets easier. 

You don’t believe me now, but please trust me when I say wait. 

And follow your intuition. 




I remember back in high school going to the school auditorium and hearing my principal say “old friends are not school bullies. School bullies are the ones who physically abuse and throw you against a locker, not a silly fight that has you crying one day.”


Now, let me tell you that a fire was lit inside me during this very moment.


What people fail to realize is that a bully is a bully. The worst betrayal comes from the ones you would never expect it from; the ones you love, the ones you share inside jokes with, maybe even secrets.


For someone to deliberately attempt to make another’s life a living hell for no reason is beyond my understanding.


What I do understand, is that bullies come in all shapes, sizes, and stuck up noses.


It is not fair to pin the “pretty girl” as the bully.


It is not fair to pin “the one with a hard life at home” as the bully.


It is not fair to pin “the shy quiet one” as a bully when the only time they ever spoke was in defense of themselves.


If you are a person who has been a bully, and I mean full on jerk to another human being— it’s never too late to change and become a kind one.


And if you are a person who has been bullied, know that the bully has no power over you. It hurts, but take the high road and don’t mind them as much as you can. Yes, it is impossible sometimes when they push you into a locker, shout at you from the top of a staircase, and call your phone on “accident” a year or so after no contact.


It’s important to know that no matter what happens in your life, as long as you get back up you won’t fail. If YOU keep your head up, you won’t fail. If you don’t let childish remarks from others hurt you, you won’t fail.


It is most important to remember that the days when it does inevitably get to you—cry it out. Eat the ice cream. Hug your dog. Teenage years aren’t the Bain of your existence.


Even as you grow older there will be competition and believe it or not grown-ups who act just as childish as the bullies back in high school.


Don’t let these people deter you from loving yourself.


Do whatever makes you happy, read whatever story makes you laugh, eat a big fat piece of chocolate cake because that tends to do the trick—just do whatever you can to distance yourself from their negativity.


It is their negativity, not yours.





Open Your Ears

To be a good listener, one has to simply open their ears. There should be no judging, nodding of the head, slouching, etc. because that does not contribute to listening. When a person listens they should try to understand what is being said and what is being told to them rather than staring off into the distance, if you will. Listening should involve trying to put yourself into another’s shoes or at least trying to empathize with their story because they are telling it for a reason. As a case in point, when I was younger, I received a writing award from my teacher. Naturally, being a kid I didn’t care much because I just enjoyed watching TV and playing Pac-Man, so I shrugged it off thinking nothing of it. My parents however, thought it was amazing and reminded once in a while of this award.

I never wanted to listen to my parents in regards to this, because I simply didn’t believe I was a good writer and that maybe it was the thing that made me, me. I just thought it was something I enjoyed doing in my free time once in a while and that it was nothing special (also, I didn’t want to imagine I was better than anyone else, not that I think that now). I remember thinking it was just something teachers do to make their students feel good. I had thought it was some type of mistake and I wasn’t worthy of that award, so I just shrugged it off and never gave it a second thought. Growing up I’ve always loved writing in general and I had been alright at English, but the moment I realized maybe my parents and teachers had a point was in my first advanced English class. I was in eleventh grade, it was advanced placement language and composition. I had never been in any sort of advanced class before so I thought, well, this is not going to go well; I was right. Now it wasn’t too bad, but there were definitely ups and downs in the whole experience.

One thing I don’t think I’ll ever forget is my teacher announcing to the class how good one of the papers I wrote was. It was a good feeling! I’ll admit that it gave me second thoughts about me being able to write well. It didn’t however sway me into thinking this could be a profession I might want to pursue when I’m older. What did change my mind was when I had to debate with a fellow classmate who let’s just say thought that he was the smartest cookie out of every single person he ever encountered. Well not the day I creamed him in a debate. I want to say it was no big deal, but in all honesty it was nice to beat him at his own game and give him a taste of his own medicine. But what really helped me in doing that was me planning out what points he could potentially bring up to emphasize his viewpoint and how I would be able to back up my points to counter back. At the moment that I realized I might actually have something there, I also discovered maybe I should do something with writing and maybe it’s really a good idea after all.

I chose this story to describe listening because in all honesty, as much as I wish I could say my parents and teachers had no idea what I was good at, it ended up being what I loved and what I decided would be my major going into college. Yes, these little snippets of my life did indeed add up to form an idea of what I may want to pursue when I’m older, and I’m very grateful I finally listened to the ones who seemed to know it the longest.