Proud of who I am.
I love me, and I also like me a lot.
I love to laugh, goof off, do senseless things, be spontaneous, loud and happy.
Those statements describe me perfectly. Now, the “issue” is that none of my other three family members are like me. So, for them is weird that I can laugh so loud for no apparent reason, that I love and like who I am so much, and that being spontaneous and adventurous is my thing.
For years, and still today, I get so aggravated at the fact that nobody in my home can act like me. Is almost like I am a weirdo, then I go back to my life in my native Puerto Rico and I remember everyone being just as happy and loud as me. Is pretty much been FREE.
I mentioned it to my teen, and she explained to me that she does not get why I am the way I am, but that often times I take things out of context and I get mad at them. They do have a weird, dry sense of humor, them being Janie and her father. JJ is more like me, but he tries to pretend he is not. So, my teen explained that when they say things to me, they do not mean it in a bad way, but that she can see how it can be interpreted the way I interpret those moments.
Anyways, is a struggle. Sometimes I just want to run away, find more people like me, people who just love happy, loud happy, like in your face happiness. You see, to be happy you don’t need things, you just need moments. And when those moments arrived, you just have to run with them.
Like I mentioned when I started this post, I love been who I am, I have an amazing heart, I love my temper, my stubbornness, my laughter, my smile, I love to make others happy. I love how passionate I am about the things I am passionate about. I love getting excited. I love laughing out loud…until I am blushing so bad…I have to laugh even harder.
I will not change, I will never change who I am…not for my children, not for anyone…because at the end of the day I have to live with me…and I must love me in order to love others, in order to live life.