How much of me am I willing to reveal? How much do you want me to?

A chat with two of my girls had me thinking, groping really hard, for a way to explain myself. It’s like going out for a crucial sales call and delivering a parrot presentation without really understanding, much more, believing in the shit that you’re talking about. And the worst thing is having to convince not your prospective customers but having  -  or struggling  -  to convince your own self. Note that "compromise" is not the sales word here but "harmony".

So my take on it? Let me just try:

I’m random and proud and I know what I want.

I seize the day and I’m no-holds-barred until I hear it straight from the horse’s mouth.

I don’t wanna regret and wallow in what-could-have-been’s. That’s just the worst feeling.

Hopeless romantic? Errr.. But why does it sound so negative? Let’s just call it "not jaded and not disillusioned".

Defensive, stubborn but certainly not a fool… or at least that’s what I’m working on.

I am appreciative of my blessings and I do listen to both solicited and unsolicited pieces of advice but I have my own mind too and I use it. I am not a weakling, constantly in need of looking after.

I am my own person, my own individual. Love me and/or leave me, I am like a CPU with partition drives.

Satisfied with my attempt? Hmm… close but not quite.

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