My life becomes pretty dysfunctional when I get mad over something really stupid but I get so defensive it's ridiculous. And it just throws me into a spiral of doubts and ifs and why I am the way I am. It's like... an ocean slowly, but surely hitting the rocks and taking a small bit of it away.
Sometimes I don't like the way I am. I'm so critical about everything and if I am about something I just can't seem to let it go until my point is rock solid proven. And if I wasn't, then i'm just really bitter about everything after that. I don't even know who's fault it reallly was, but I keep seeing it as not my own. Granted I admit it was more of an overreaction on my part, but the comment was not needed, it definitely rubbed me the wrong way.
It just doesn't make sense. And the only explanation I can think of is, the way I am is from the monumental collection of experiences over my life. Nobody has a perfect life from the beginning. I am no different. There are only those who were better off than I.
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