Or at least I am not normal. I actually think that I am not quite right upstairs.
It is like there is this public view of me - quiet, shy, sweet, and just nice. People say things like oh you never swear / raise your voice / complain / say a bad word about anyone. I read about people who feel like they are squashed into boxes but I seem to have created my own little box. I feel like I would like being that person if I was that person. If it wasn't a battle. I hate mess and want the pretty homely home and yet there is stuff everywhere. I like to bake and wear aprons which gives a certain impression of me but it is one that I can't live up to.
There is a big gap between the me that I am and the me that I want to be. I want to wear floaty skirts and sort of retro stuff and always do my hair and make up. Just feminine. And yet I am the least feminine looking lump of a creature.
I want to be the kind of person that sits and cross stitches little mice for Christmas decorations. I buy the magazines and pick projects that I want to do and plan the things I will need and then they never get done or made. Or I day dream about sewing little baby clothes or embroidering cloths or sewing pretty peg bags. And then play on Facebook.
I found some lists ( I am a bit of a list person.) from various points in my teens. All quite similar in theme. Lists of a new me plan or how to be feminine or how to be a southern belle even. A list of how Giselle from Enchanted acts or Doris Day characteristics.
It is like there is this big disconnect and I don't know how to fix myself. I am a complete worrier and I worry about people a lot. People say that I am very caring and maternal but I don't know if that is real or not. I think I am being real but then someone will say something like oh you are too good to be true - like last week when we were talking about charity work. It just makes me wonder about my own motivations.
Surely not everyone has all this STUFF inside their heads all the time. I just hold it all in and it seems like I am always thinking. No matter what I am doing. I don't even know if any of this makes sense or if anyone will make it all the way through.