TIME TO MAKE TIME.

Have your ever noticed how when you want time to slow down it seems to go faster,but then when you want it to go faster it goes slower? I have noticed that lately and I have to say that I am a little confused and not sure why.

So, I am going to tell you why I am so confused . Hopefully you will not lose me too bad but if you do I do offer a more simple story. So here we go.

Recently I have been so busy with well everything. Not only do I have a job that right now is so busy, I am also trying to do more things for the summer and of coarse trying to balance family and friends with work. So I got plenty on my plate plus more. Now here is the thing that I get confused on. Get ready.

What I get confused on is why is it that when I want time to go slower when I am doing something fun with my friends and family it always seems to go by in a flash. But when I am at work and I am waiting for the work clock to let me go home it goes by so slow?

It always seems to do that. I am really starting to think that time can read my mind. Like A mind reader. I just have never understood why it does that and to this day still can't figure it out.

The Other Side Of Me.

In case you didn't know it,I have 2 sides to me, as do we all. When,I'm out and about with friends,or hanging out with my boyfriend or something like that I am just me no, more no less. I am usually the one who is very quite,and kind of shy,and the one who even if something is bothering her keeps it bottled up inside. I suppose in a way,I have always been like that.

Then I have my other side of me. The writer side,I guess you can call it. This is the side of me where I really let everything that I have been bottled inside me just go. The side where I am not really afraid to let people see how I feel. I don't know,maby it just feel safer here when I am writing. Maby I just know that here people won't judge me or judge the way that I am.

I know that I have always said "What you see,is what you get" but sometimes I feel like that is not enought. Sometimes I feel like there is a piece of me missing, you know. Like there are days that I just don't know who I am. I know that I should know who I am,but with me I just never know.

We all have different sides to us. Can you guess what side this is of me,I bet you can. I will admit there are days that I just feel lost,or confused. I mean not knowing who you are sometimes will get anyone confused. With me,I like both sides of myself. I like my shy but sidle self,but I also love my writer side of my side. Most of the time I am in my writer side,but there are times where I am in my shy side.

So,maby having to sides of myself isn't nesscerely a bad thing. Maby since I have two side of me I know that I can almost always find out who I am. I know who I am not just one question,who are you and I mean the real you.