Glutton for Punishment

I’m a glutton for my own punishment.

Sometimes I think I consciously put myself in complex situations because I think I can handle them, each and every time. Yes, I can meet the deadlines for the 4 projects with ridiculous timelines. Yes, I can be friends with my ex. Yeah, I can handle being in the same room with a man I caught feelings for AND his GF. That last one is recent, I’m not quite there yet. It’s not easy, historically I've had experience with this type of situation and it’s not pleasant. But I’ve dealt with it… so I can do it again. I have to.

That’s my fault… Stupid, Kate. 

I’m looking forward to the day when things in my life are easy. *SIGH* That’s definitely not guaranteed… but I can hope right? Maybe “easy” is the wrong word, I mean “simple.” I want some simplicity in my constantly erratic life.

That’s my fault too though, right? Dumb, Kate.

I enjoy the complex stimulation for a fact… or else I wouldn’t be so restless, or attracted to assholes, or ready to tell you five different stories of how I keep testing my own boundaries.

YUP. It’s all my fault. Thank you, self-analysis. Ok, time for some simplicity in 2015.