Sometimes I forget how funny I am.
ha ha.
not really.
Sometimes other people forget how funny I am.
And how humble I am.
Zach and Ali got married Saturday.
I had to give a best-man speech.
I can't think about it ahead of time. I can't write anything down. I get so nervous, nauseous, and self-destructive. Last time I wrote down a speech was in 2003 (and, the whole commute there, I debated crashing my car so that I would have an excuse not to get up in front of everyone. Ridiculous).
Now I just think of 2 or 3 thoughts and go with it.
I even caught myself thinking about what I would say about Zach and Ali and started hyper-ventilating. So, I stopped and waited for the microphone.
Everyone laughed the second I picked it up.
Sometimes I hate myself.
Way too much.
Then I hate myself for hating myself.
Sometimes I don't do anything.
Wait, I mean, sometimes I do something.
I usually do nothing.
I realize that I am capable of do anything I want.
I realize that I don't know what I want.
I want someone to make it easy and choose for me.
No matter what it was, I would be great.
But I don't choose for myself.
I just wait.
I let my surroundings, my friends, my job build who I am.
Sometimes , most times, I over think things.
Sometimes...
Shalom.
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