I just want to be liked. There are some people that don't like me. I don't really understand.
I haven't done anything to them - like kill their spirit by taking down their pink bulletin board.
I'm not a horrible person.
I mean I'm a little energetic for some. I like to dance when I brush my teeth.
I'm a little loud - sometimes.
I say I'll do something with the very best intentions and then not really follow through. Like how I told Sheila that I would give her my deer when I got moved and unpacked. Because they were bigger than her deer. And she loves deer (in the hunts them and eats them kind of way). But then I didn't. They are sitting on my hearth. because I remembered that I liked them. And the Nana gave them to me and she would know if I gave them away. so now when I look at the dumb deer - I feel guilty.
I'm willy nilly and have too much muchness.
So I've been thinking about this too much and it manifested itself in my dream last night.
I dreamt I had on a Real World shirt and they made me take it off (much like the removal of a hot pink bulletin board - just sayin)
Then this douche bag from high school that didn't like me - threw a pen at me and I woke up with my hand in the air saying teacher.
Maybe they don't like me because I'm crazy.