Okay, so here’s the thing, for everyone, every one of us, our good traits are our bad traits. Our strengths and weaknesses are the same things. Compassionate? Taken advantage of. Stubborn? Can do. Free-spirited? Reckless. Dumb? Blissfully unaware. I’m tellin ya, they all go both ways.
One of mine is perceptive as fuck. Don’t act like you aren’t impressed by my spot-on memory of detail. I am always making connections. See also, crazy intuitive and paranoid — let’s all remember that just because I’m paranoid doesn’t mean I’m wrong.
On the one hand, I am a fairly reliable narrator who recounts entertaining stories with detail and on the other hand, spending time with me will inevitably result in a pinpoint attack on your personage. Cause while I may bite my tongue or whisper it to my cat for years, eventually Imma say it or write it.
I can’t NOT see it. Unfortunately fortunately, I recognize and value truth.
(Let’s all take a moment to feel sorry for Sassy’s sensitive ass, living here with 3 of us.)
I see it all. I can’t not see it all. I’m not wearing rose-colored glasses, I try them on from time to time, because I am extremely critical and the world needs more positive energy. I can’t see it all and not see the bad shit. Don’t be absurd.
I can’t help it.
Even I do it to myself. I do it to myself THE MOST.
I prefer to focus on all the good things.