Friday, March 25, 2011

Day 26 of Penny

This is me when I was seven or eight.  My Aunt Charlyn took this picture, when we were playing in the snow at Mt. Charleston.

You know, I suppose there are quite a few people out there who genuinely don't like me.  I'm not afraid to speak up when something obvious needs to be said, and other than the occasional revealing blog entry I keep most of my communication pretty superficial.  There's more than one person I've unintentionally burned by not being completely open with them, but still saying exactly what I think.  So do I think the community I live in perceives me as nice person, I'm going to go with probably not.

At a glance, I suppose I blend in with the crowd pretty well.  I don't have anything particularly stand out about my appearance.  I'm not particularly fashionable, my house is just a house, and my truck is just another vehicle.  So I would guess that unless someone actually talks to me, I'm quite forgettable.

On the flip side.  When people really need someone to talk to, they usually open up to me.  Even people I don't normally pal around with.  I think that is because I'll be honest with them about their feelings, but not tear them down.  When something hard needs to be done, I'm the cavalry and I don't expect to get a pat on the back.  All in all, despite everything mentioned above, I have a good circle of friends.  I think it is because people who do take the time to find what I'm about learn that I'm genuine and loyal, even though I'm about as cuddly as a hedge hog.

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