I am going to admit what no one does. Usually because they are too good to do so. Since I know I am not, here goes:
I am slightly, (ok, completely) obsessed with what people think of me. To an extreme that leads to low self esteem, crash dieting, and changing my major at uni a whopping 8 times.
Ok, now let me explain. I am a bit paranoid. I often think people speak poorly of me, just loud enough for me to hear. No, I don't want you to start singing *You're so vain...* I even have a bit of a phobia that my friends, don't really like my character. So like any decent human being, I change myself to fit exactly to their specifications. I have a strong fear that people won't like me.
Now before I get all woe is me, to the point. I have realized, while living away from the people that love me, (but I think maybe not,) I have a ton of support from pretty fantastic people.
I have been here just over 4 months. I have had two visitors. I will get three more in about 36hours. I have a friend who has already scheduled a flight to visit next year. I get emails and facebook likes often. I have over 3000 views of this blog. I genuinely think these people may like me. I am gaining a bit of much needed confidence just because people want to see me. (If anyone says it is because people want to see Italy and use me as an excuse, I will cut you out of my life all together.)
I am sure to the readers who do not know me well, my recent posts have been a bit of a drag. Learning about who I am is not quite as interesting as hearing about where I go, so I promise, my next post will be about an adventure. I am going on one this weekend. To Venice. So....stay tuned.
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