Things I Should Be Happy About

Lately it seems like the only things I ever talk about are my faults (vices, you might say). So here's some things I do like about myself (or just plain good at... does that even make sense? 'good at'?).

Okay. Just a list of things I like about myself/my life.

There. That wasn't so hard, was it?

• I am a great liar 

Not really something to be proud of, but it's a handy skill. I think it's because I have such a great poker face. People mostly look   for visual cues when they suspect you're lying, but I am an absolute pro at keeping a blank face and maintaining it. That, and I think too much, which means I'm always over-doing things and over-prepared, so that usually means that by the time I have to lie, I've already come up with something plausible. 

Ironically, I don't lie often because it makes me feel bad

I am usually  a truthful person. I only lie when I have to. For example, I absolutely hate lying to my mother. We keep a pretty close relationship because I share most things with her, and I always feel extremely guilty when I lie to her, because she always believes me, since she's never really had reason to doubt me. 

• I have shiny, long hair that goes down to my butt

I'm content with my hair. The ends are a little frayed, but I don't trust hairdressers in my area. Throughout high school my friends and I all had long hair, and we'd jokingly say that whoever has the longest hair by the time we graduate wins. But two of them went in for a trim and ended up getting short bobs instead. And I know that out of all the hairdressers in Sydney, there should be at least one who won't ruin my hair. But I am insanely paranoid that that is exactly what will happen. For now, I just avoid heating irons, gas stoves, and I condition well. 

• I can be quite intelligent when I try

I'm doing really well at uni, which surprises me, since I'm usually the type of student who sits around most of the time and is struggling to meet deadlines when assignment season starts up. I guess most of it is sheer luck, but something must be working, and I'm proud of what I've achieved; and also at the mere fact that I survived my first year of uni mostly intact. I'm the type of person who's never happy with their grades, even when I do well. I hate reading the feedback on my essays, since it makes me cringe when I see my own mistakes. That's something I need to work on - quit doubting myself so much, and being so embarrassed about such little, insignificant things.  My goal for this year is to get a 6.0 GPA. 

• My skin is pretty clear

Again, like the  hair, it doesn't really have anything to do with me but my Asian genes. My mum has pretty clear skin, and I hardly break out in pimples (should be pimple, since I never really have more than one at a time). I like to keep indoors most of the time (because, let's face it, I'm a hermit and I don't really like people all that much), otherwise I tan, and with my long hair I almost always end up looking like Pocahontas if I stay out in the sun too long. Weird, I know, but for some reason, I don't just turn brown; I'm more like a reddy-brown.

So that's all. I guess I'll just go back to googling several medical symptoms and panicking at the diagnosis that this odd lump I've found will be the death of me.