To the person who tells me everything I do wrong, I am only human. I strive to be more, but I can never be more than just human. I have messed up a lot of things in my life and I take responsibility for my actions. I don’t need you to tell me that I keep messing up. I love you, I really do. No matter how much you like to let me know of my faults, but sometimes you take it too far. I hope you read this and realize why you should change your attitude.
I am not someone you can just step on. I’m tired of you bullying me. All through high school no matter how good my day was, you could make it worse in one conversation. You were so much nicer in grade school, I miss how you used to be. You were care free and so loveable. You were a little bit annoying with how much you talked. We used to chase the girls around the playground at school. You really changed once we got to high school. I guess it was a necessary change, but why did you have to be so critical of everything I did?
When we started getting into sports, I saw a different side of you. I think everyone did. You wanted to be the best and if you weren’t you had to work at it. Every time I would mess up you called me out. It’s like you wanted me to be the best that ever was. I put in so much time into golfing and no matter what my shots were, they were never good enough. You need to stop being such a perfectionist and just live your life.
I already knew I overthought everything, but when it came to girls I overthought which way to brush my teeth. You didn’t help at all, telling me that they were out of my league. I needed confidence and you gave me insults. I brushed it off eventually, but you always got in my head. We never see eye to eye, but through thick and thin you were always there no matter what. I just wish you would’ve given me the confidence to ask Caylee to dance in the 4th grade. I remember you telling me to play it cool and sit in the bleachers. You need to learn how to be more confident in yourself and others.
You taught me so much, if I’m being honest. You pushed me to be great, even though you were too hard on me. Even to this day I would appreciate a little bit more compassion if something goes wrong. I’m a good parent, even though you tell me I can do better. I work hard at my job, even though you tell me I can work harder. My hair is fine, even though you tell me it can be fixed. I know I’m saying all these bad things about you and you deserve some nice things. When the going gets tough, you push me through it; eventually. You have saved me from so many bad situations. You are smarter than you think and you are going to do great things. I don’t want to call you out in this article, but I must. I love you too much not to. This article should really be named, An Open Letter to Myself.
