Oh, you're perfect? How nice for you...

Sometimes I feel like a week flies by and before I know it, it's Sunday again. Or, Saturday or Monday for that matter. I think that most of that comes from just trying to do the best that I can one day at a time. Everyday it seems like I have just enough energy to get through that day and only a small amount left to think about what the future will bring. The funny thing is, is I don't really like surprises. I like to know what's going on in advance and be prepared for it. But, how do you do that when you're barely making it from one day to the next? I think this trips me up sometimes and stresses me out. And I hate being stressed out and I especially hate it when people tell me I'm stressed out. Like I didn't know already. I feel like this stressed out thing is a fault of mine and I have been working on it over the years, but it's hard; It's part of who I am. But, when someone feels the need to point it out to me I feel like they think I need to know, yet again, that my stress-out way of living is a fault and needs to be fixed. Because obviously I didn't realize. I'm sorry, but after 26 years of living with myself, I think I have a pretty good idea of what I suck at and I don't need someone else constantly pointing it out to me. Are you perfect? I didn't think so. So before you start getting on me about my faults, maybe you should take a look at the things you're not so good at. And leave me alone, so that I can focus on getting through this day and onto the next. ;)