Describe my inner weirdo? Well, my outer weirdo is weird enough, I promise.
It would be fair to say that I'm an animated person. As a kid I used to clench my fists, throw them in the air, and then squat when I got excited. It was my natural reaction to good news. Unfortunately, this was seen as odd by my peers and my mother. Eventually, along with many other harmless habits, I stopped squatting when I got excited. People didn't like it so I adjusted myself accordingly.
Over time I learned that being openly happy mad the sad people angry. I often got told to chill out, calm down, or shut up. I had several friends declare that my enthusiasm for life is exhausting. I didn't want to make anyone angry or annoy people so I put a damper on the excitement, and I've continued to do so ever since.
TODAY,
I triumphantly and enthusiastically declare that I'm allowed to be excited!
I'm allowed to be a goof!
and I'm not sorry that I enjoy living!
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