Shattering the Glass Window

Shattering the glass window: List 8 personality flaws you have. Then write a couple sentences describing them.

• Worry-wart
• If you're looking for someone who should have their picture next to this word in the dictionary, then it is I who you're looking for. I try not to, but I worry and worry.
• Frugal
• Yes, I'm one of those. I try not to spend money needlessly when I can find the same object for way cheaper. I prefer a little diners over 5 star restaurants; cheaper and more food. 
• Homebody
• Don't get me wrong, I like to go out and about and go party. However, I love staying home with a book in one hand and tea in the other. 
• Rambling/Ranting
• Trust me, when I get going on something I won't stop! I try not to get mad when people ignore me after a while. My parents have often express their true feelings on this flaw.
• Crying while mad
• It's one thing to cry when you're upset or sad, but it is not effective crying while trying to express anger. It's super frustrating.
• Being lame
• I've often been accused of being lame or even at times ridiculous. This window didn't shatter until a few years ago when I graduated High School. Someone pointed out this fact to me. I suppose that I'll be that lame mom who embarrasses her child.
• Self-conscious
• Sometimes people mistake this for seeming prude, but I'm not to that point where I'm comfortable with myself physically and sometimes even emotionally or mentally. Honestly, though, I was taught to act like a lady, so I guess sometimes I do have an unnecessary "prude" side to me.
• Stuttering/Lisping when nervous
• I naturally have a small lisp, but it becomes quite noticeable when I'm put in an awkward situation or I'm nervous/anxious. Also, stuttering may occur in super "fun" situations.

1.2 What is Inside of my Body by Anna Rae

• Cautiousness
• Anger
• Regret
• Ovaries
• Love
• Eagerness
• Resentment
• Ambition
• Excitement
• Self-hatred
• Zeal for bettering myself
• Yesterdays pains
• Memories
• A rational mind
• Negativity
• Self-control
• Kindness
• Imagination

1.2 This Person Has Said to Me by Anna Rae

I decided to share a list of things people say to me and what I want to say, but can't really say out-loud without sounding like a bitch or coincided:

-"You look tired."
I am...thanks for pointing it out.

-"You look like crap!"
Errrr thanks? I love it when you say that.

-"You're not fat, shut up!"
Fuck you, don't you lie to me. I've accepted my fatness, so shut up.

-"Why are you in such a good mood this early?"
Because if I'm not, I'd get fired.

-"Drive careful."
NO! I'm going to speed and eat and text and not use my blinker!

-"Geez, you're such a sweetie."
I suppose....

-"You look like you've lost weight."
I probably didn't and stop sucking up to me.
or
Awwwwwe, I'm glad someone noticed.

-"Try to be a little more professional."
FUCK YOU! I'm more professional then you ever will be. I'm probably the most professional person here.

-"Can I have your number?"
HEEEEEEEEEEELLLLLLLLZ no.

1.2 Things On Which I'm an Expert by Anna Rae

• Sarcasm
• Matching colors
• Baking cookies
• Baking cake
• Baking cupcakes
• Putting my hair up in a cool bun
• Word searches
• Painting my left hand's nails
• Painting others finger and toe nails
• 18th and 19th century
• Antique shopping
• Saving up money for something I want
• Budgeting
• Being shy and awkward
• Being a klutz
• Getting lost while driving
• Making someone laugh
• Running a shift at Tim Hortons
• Pleasing people/costumers
• Doing a midnight shift at Tim Hortons
• Wrestling/play fighting
• Fitting into small areas like a fat, ninja cat
• Dodging kisses
• Making a mess on my face while eating (thus why I keep an abundance of napkins on me)
• The TV show, LOST
• The Tudor's history
• The Tudors, the show
• Taking nature pictures
• Making dogs and some cats like me
• Analyzing books
• Staying awake through a movie
• Understanding accents

1.1 Titles of Things I'm Never Going to Write by Anna Rae

• The Ostrich
• The Tray Passer
• The Chair Meets the Wall
• Hell, Gravity!
• The Cell Phone Bandit
• Lucky Number 21
• Face Meet Floor
• Don't Call Me
• Loser Kid Series
• Behind Closed Closets
• Behind the Mask of a Random Kid
• Mary to Pam Saga
• Everything You Need to Know About History
• The Truth Behind the Infamous
• Revenge of the Fatty
• The Journey of a Fat Kid
• Poor to Rich: 1 Easy Step

1.1 Dream by Anna Rae

I dream of happiness.
I dream of joy departed.
I dream of sadness.
I dream of rain.
I dream of sunshine.
I dream of those I hate.
I dream of those I love.
I dream of those who love me.
I dream of lost loved ones.
I dream of the hospital.
I dream of the pain.
I dream of the hurt.
I dream of the meanness.
I dream of hope.
I dream of the future.
I dream of the past.
I dreams of my present.
I dream many dreams departed.
I dream in color.
I dream of despair.
I dream of birth.
I dream of crowns.
I dream of blood.
I dream
I dream
What good is a dream?
What do they accomplish?
They are wicked -
Destroious
Ridiculous
Embroils
Anguish
Melancholy
A dream can good
Or so they say -
Driving force
Remembrance
Embosoms
Achievements
Merriment
For which side you choose
Always dream.
For to dream is a gift.
To dream makes on worthy
of being called a dreamer
To dream
To dream
To dream
To dream

1.1 Memory

Taking another shot, he rubbed his temples and tried to keep the memories away. However, they kept trying to intrude. another shot down and his resistance waned.

"Hey...are you okay?" The voice of his daughter-in-law asked. She was a sweet girl. She was newly married to his step-son. She was a cute little thing with bright blue eyes. He didn't laugh much, but she had that charm about her that got passed his walls.

"Sure...why do you ask?"

"You look upset, Bob." She sat next to him and took a shot herself.

"Just the past is haunting me is all." He smiled.

"Ah...well...I know how that goes." She smiled and patted his hand, "If you ever need to talk...I'm here."

He sighed and removed his hand and took a shot. He never talked about the past...not even to Paula, his lovely wife, but for some reason his lips moved against his will. Perhaps one memory that kept him awake at night needed to be told...

The year of bloodshed, 1944

They pushed past the German front and his platoon was stationed on a hill overlooking a small French town. He didn't get why they couldn't be stationed in the town. But what did a mere 17 year old know? He tossed a little stick and sighed. Tom walked over and sat next to him and asked, "What's wrong, Bobby?"

"I'm outta smokes." He responded. But he never really smoked, he missed civilization.

"Ah, we could head down to the town if you want."

"We're now allowed to?" Tom nodded with a grin, "Then...what are we waiting for?" He jumped up. Tom laughed. Tom was a few years older then him. Tom was the only one who knew all his secrets. Tom was his buddy...the only one who cared about him.

The two of them headed down the hill. Some others followed. There wasn't much in the town. Most of the civilians left when the Germans took over. The town was barren and destroyed, but it was the closet Bob had gotten to civilization in what seemed an eternity. However, they had to be careful, because the Germans still had much of the area occupied. 

When they weren't gorillaing the Germans or sitting on that damn hill, they would make trips to that little town. Weeks passed like this.

Finally, the command was given to move out. The boys packed up their gear and headed down the hill.

"Thank fucking God." Tom said.

"Yeah." Bob chuckled and got behind Tom and in formation.

"We'll have to come back to that town when the war is over." Tom declared.

"Agreed." Bob smiled.

"Drink some wine and sleep in a feather bed in their hotel. If it ever re-opens. Maybe find a nice gi-"

BOOM!

"TAKE COVER!" Yelled one of the men.

Bob fell to his knees and grabbed his gun. He was a little disorientated. Was that a piece of skin on his shoulder? He shook his head and once his ears were finished ringing, he looked over at the carnage in front of him. His face paled, "T-Tom?"

Tom was no more...

An older Bob took another shot, "We went up and down that path a million times...gah. I don't get why it happened to him? Why not me? Why didn't I step on that land-mine?"

His daughter-in-law shrugged, "I'm not sure...I'm sorry though."

Bob shrugged and looked away, "It doesn't matter now...it's just a memory."

1.1 Piece of Your Mind by Anna Rae

Generally, I'm a bottler. I bottle things in and don't express how I feel. I don't give someone a piece of my mind like they probably deserve. However, once the bottle inside me is full...I explode. It may be over something tiny and not explode-worthy. Once in a while, I explode on someone who doesn't really deserve it.

My "exploding" ranges. Sometimes I'll cry and be angry; for some reasons tears like to leak when I'm angry. On rare occasions, though, I turn into a devil. I yell and insult and punch walls; I very well can't punch you, can I? But yes...I have a temper my biological father would be proud of. It is one trait I gained from him. Limited people have actually seen and witnessed this. My poor parents and 2 friends have seen this sad event.

I really need to learn not to bottle my emotions. It's bad for the psyche and for the person who will cause the explosion. When one really and truly deserves to get a piece of my mind, I should bestow that. Granted, it'll be done calmly. It's also healthy for relationships to be honest and share your emotions. Unless it is petty. Like when a certain lover of mine leaves dishes on the floor. I want to strangle him, but I ignore it and don't confront him, because it is indeed petty and not worth my time.

I really have been wanting to go to therapy and help me out with this and other issues I have bottled up in me. Luckily, work has 5 sessions for free for their employees. I really feel and know bottling is my biggest issue.

1.1.3 Lists R.D.

All I want is to have someone to lay my head on their lap and watch a movie with them, without them complaining about their knees getting stiff, or complain about getting a hard-on.

I want to have someone be willing to pick me up, and take me out, and drive me back home, and not complain about gas money, or complain about me falling asleep in the car after a long day.

I want someone who's first thought in the morning isn't about how long they should wait until asking for a sexual favor.

I want someone who doesn't expect anything from me, other than expect me to be myself and to be happy.

I want someone to build a life with, to create goals with, to share accomplishments with.

I want someone who isn't preoccupied with sex.  Maybe someone who is preoccupied with work, or having a family, or reading good books, or watching underrated movies.

I want someone who has more than just three things in common with me.

I want someone who doesn't get annoyed when I want them to hang out with my friends.  I want someone who has friends I look forward to hanging out with.

I want someone who appreciates animals enough that, even though it may not be the most practical decision, doesn't roll their eyes when I say I want to get a puppy/dog/pet.

I want someone to defend me, regardless of who is right, when I'm arguing with someone else.

I want someone to help support me when I need it, and accept support when they need it.

I want someone who doesn't think these desires are too demanding.