I do not make a habit of thinking that I’m awesome. I did, for a while, tell people (well, one person in particular) that I was awesome–but it was an attempt at humor, not a core belief. I know I’m not cobag or a fascist. I may not be the most generous or caring person in the world, but I try to do more about that everyday.
This post was originally about how I’m feeling pretty good about helping my cousin move. I was going to go on and talk about how I would help anyone I cared about do whatever they needed. While this is true, at 1 in the morning, I don’t really remember why I thought this would make a good post.
I help the people I care about. That’s it. I don’t mind it. I actually enjoy it, even if it “ruins” a friday night.
In my head, this post was a lot better. I think I lost some of it when I hit my head on the dryer in the laundry room. Stupid dryer.