Love. It is the chapter of my life that I probably want to write about most and the least amount of people want to read about. So I'll just say this, I thought the above title was a witty line that came up in conversation today but I'll keep away from this topic for as long as I can.
On to other things. I should probably give you an introduction but I think a couple stories may help you figure out who I am better than my biased version.
So I was my mother's problem toddler. I was the youngest of four so it was my understanding that things are supposed to get better with practice. Wrong. I was the attention whore that cried, messed things up, and didn't take no for an answer. Sure I had my cute and nice moments but I was more difficult than any of the other kids under the age of five. Things were bad enough that my mother talked to some sort of baby psychologist or something. Apparently telling me the word no was a bad idea so the reasoning behind things was supposed to be explained to me. That I could concede to. My mother was also told not to give into my tantrums. If I was supposed to be sleeping in my room I wasn't supposed to be let out if I started to whine and screech. As I pounded against the door, my mother would sit with her back to it and just wait for me to just stop. To her dismay, I pounded on the door for about three hours as the story goes.
I still don't take no for an answer. Reasons are important. Stubbornness and a long attention span still happen to be a strength of mine as well :)
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