Day 6: Thin-Skinned
I got an e-mail from a friend today, who said that I had earned myself a new nickname. Nadia. As in Nadia from the move "Blind Date" - who drinks and gets wild. Not quite ready to laugh at myself yet, I wrote back and said that I wasn't offended.
And I'm not.
I am...I don't know. I don't think I would've written something like that. I don't point out people's flaws to them and laugh with them, do I? Maybe I do. Actually, I'm pretty sure that I do. I guess maybe I took it a little bit harder than usual, because this is more than a flaw for me. I almost let it ruin my life.
One day I'll be able to laugh at that, but not yet.
I will not, however, let it get under my skin. It wasn't said in cruelty, I don't believe, and there's no point in making something out of it.
And I'm not.
I am...I don't know. I don't think I would've written something like that. I don't point out people's flaws to them and laugh with them, do I? Maybe I do. Actually, I'm pretty sure that I do. I guess maybe I took it a little bit harder than usual, because this is more than a flaw for me. I almost let it ruin my life.
One day I'll be able to laugh at that, but not yet.
I will not, however, let it get under my skin. It wasn't said in cruelty, I don't believe, and there's no point in making something out of it.
Labels: alcoholism, insecurity
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