Aug. 3rd, 2004
"Why Can't the Past Just Die?"
Aug. 3rd, 2004 10:16 pmMum and I are having a bit of a fight.
We played volleyball to-day, and everyone kept saying Good try or Almost! or Bad luck when I hit the ball sideways or not hard enough. The trouble is, I hate being complimented when I don't do things right.
If I hit it sideways, I don't want to be told good try. Waen and I have talked about this before, and she tries not to, sometimes. Usually she does it anyway.
But really. If I can't be perfect, I don't want having my attention called to the fact. How's that? I admit that it's arrogant of me, but it's true. I don't want to know.
I'd like to be perfect. I don't like being complimented when I'm not.
Mum thinks this is annoying of me.
She's probably right.
Meh. Meh meh meh.
We played volleyball to-day, and everyone kept saying Good try or Almost! or Bad luck when I hit the ball sideways or not hard enough. The trouble is, I hate being complimented when I don't do things right.
If I hit it sideways, I don't want to be told good try. Waen and I have talked about this before, and she tries not to, sometimes. Usually she does it anyway.
But really. If I can't be perfect, I don't want having my attention called to the fact. How's that? I admit that it's arrogant of me, but it's true. I don't want to know.
I'd like to be perfect. I don't like being complimented when I'm not.
Mum thinks this is annoying of me.
She's probably right.
Meh. Meh meh meh.