onsdag 19 januari 2011

Insecure

"We are born evil and raised to be kind."

I never before met someone who is so much like me. Insecure like hell with a big fake jerk attitude, and I just want to scream "stop it and be a human!" but I know he wouldn't listen. He'd just laugh and say that it's my problem, not his. Drives me insane because I almost thought he was a good guy, then he just locks into this mode of acting like an asshole so people will think he's cool, which doesn't actually function in real life by the way. The boys sense his insecurity and the girls just think he's a jerk. And me, I whish he would act like himself, because based on the glimpse I've seen of that person, it's someone I would appreciate.


So I went jogging today, even though I wasn't supposed to do sports. Practise yesterday, practise tomorrow, and I don't want to kill my muscles. I got a thingy for christmas, you put it around you and connect to a watch, and it measures your pulse and speed and stuff. I was totally shocked when I first looked at it; I wasn't tired at all, going at a comfortable speed, and it showed a pulse of 170 and a speed of 12 km/h...
My resting pulse, if I may brag, is down to 48bpm. For those of you who don't know, normal is 60-100, higher the younger you are. So I should be at maybe 100 or so. The doctor thought something was wrong at first, but then reached the conclusion that I'm just athletic. Yay me.

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