Social Anxiety Blogs

Let me try and write a blog in something that resembles the English language, my fingers can't keep up with my mind when I'm on a roll. At times I look back at my writing and think WTF, that error was so seeable;-)

Deep breath. A lot of deep breaths. Yes Becky Mommy, I'm writing down all calls that come in, I'm also keeping them on caller ID.

As I told my friend......If something like this has happened in the beginning, I would have understood, to a large degree I would have said hey, you deserve some of this, but now, no. I'm tired of talking about it. I just want to make sure everything is corrected. It's so hard.

Landowner came in with the man that will be working around my apartment, he's an artist, he works out of (arghgh, this is what has got me in trouble, naming places) a store in town, mosaics. My daughter gave him a card, that's odd for her.
It was tense, when I knew she was coming over, I went to pieces, remember, I can stand my own against anyone, but soemthing that is planned.....It went better than expected. I dislike the fact that it's come to this. I really like her, but........You can't give someone a job with all the responsibility and none of the authority, yes, I know managment makes money, bottom line, but you have to take care of "Your" people. And the tenants were my people. I still get so pissed off when something isn't done right, why bother, really....I told her next time I couldn't get out of my drive way, I would give her or felon the bill, oh, maybe my pleasing personality should be tempered;-)
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I'm so wondering if this depression I have going on is a learned behavior. For as long as I can remember, I wanted to be at home, I was never truly forced out of my shell as a child, I just learnt...As a teenager I was home......I'm repeating a pattern.

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