Saturday, October 15, 2011

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Fears - heights
Annoyances - when people pop their knuckles
Accomplishments - Academy?
Confusions - fake people
Sorrows - lost friendships
Dreams - all of the band living together
Idiosyncrasies - walking in time with the people beside me
Risks - telling someone they're wrong when apparently I have no right to correct them
Beloved Possessions, Now and Then - my songbook, and my sax
Problems - bossiness

My mom says that I'm bossy.... I'm not quite sure if I agree with her. One of my close friends overheard her telling me to stop being bossy, and stated "You're not bossy, you're helpful." The only reason I can think of for my mom to say that is that I've always been the oldest one in my group of friends. I was older than every kid in my neighborhood by two years or more, and at my church, I'm a year older than them. They all looked up to me as the oldest, so I got used to being in charge and deciding what was best for my group. I try to not be bossy and just to give advice, and I never criticize without first praising someone for something they are doing well. I guess I can be a little controlling, but I only tell people that they're doing something wrong when I know what to say to help them get better.

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