Bizarro é ouvir que sou estranha, diferente ou whatever e achar graça. Quase falar "nhóim, por quê?". E não achar ruim.
Bizarro sou EU ficar preocupadinha da Estrela se ser considerada diferente pela pessoa que me disse que sou diferente é positivo ou negativo.
E mais bizarro é, quando eu ouço que é positivo, ainda ficar pensando "mas será mesmo?".
Bizarro é me sentir assim, ridícula.
(sim, eu editei esse post. Twice. Dou-me o direito à inconstância nesse blog)
3 comentários:
I know what you mean by caring about who calls you weird. :-D
One thing I like about myself is that I am very polite when I have to and I *can* be totally normal if the situation requires me to be serious.
Some of my friends don't believe me when I say I'm shy and quiet, but I really am. I'm only weird and "out there" when I'm by myself or hanging out with them...heehee...
I'm pretty sure my dog thinks I'm coocoo. But who's he to judge? He thinks his siblings are 4 chinchillas!
You´re so funny! :)
Pólo, the same here. Believe me, I can be pretty normal depending on the situation and on the people who are with me. And I'm also shy, even though no one believes me. Anyway, the point here is not that I care about all the people who may find me weird. I just care about this specific person, mainly because I find him weird too.
David, thanks?!?!
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