Six Things I Hate About Me

Fellow blogger Richard Watts took it upon himself to tag me a couple of weeks ago.

And so hereunder I am making good on my promise to get to it eventually. :)

I have to tell you six things I hate about myself, and then I have to tag six other bloggers to do likewise. (Whether they actually do or not, is totally up to them.)


Six things I hate about me:

1) My skin (particularly on the back of my neck).

2) My complete lack of faith in myself (ooh, we're gettin' serious now!).

3) My weaknesses (nuh, that's all you're getting on that one).

4) My health (I'm not exactly a fitness guru).

5) My back (specifically my lower back).

6) My inability to come up with six things I hate about myself (no, really).


You want me to break it down a little? Okay, how about this:

1) My skin: Thanks to the cystic acne I had on my back, shoulders, chest, neck and scalp as a teenager (yeah, sound great, doesn't it - you should have seen it ... or better still, lived it), and the severe medication (Roaccutane; any fellow sufferers out there? Everyone else, check out the list of side effects on that link, which doesn't even cover them all) that I was put on to counteract the massive painful pus-filled boils that would form and erupt on the above parts of my body on a dialy basis, I now have pock-marks and scar tissue on each of these areas, but it's worst on my neck. Not only that, but my skin is still prone to bouts of pimples and even the odd (thankfully painless) pus-filled boil like old times. Ahh, those were the days. To make matters worse, the Roaccutane had many awful side effects. As well as the ridiculously-peeling lips, tinea and dermatitus, I suffered through four or five 45-minute nose bleeds per day (it was like a running tap and wouldn't stop). Another side effect was my premature baldness (which in turn prevents me from even being able to grow my hair over the scarred and embarrassing scalp and neck), and of course my tendancy to burn like a buttered roll if I'm in the sun for even a short period of time. Not a pleasant description, eh? (Well, you had the choice of sticking with the brief version!) ... btw, I've always been very thankful that the cystic acne never spread to my face - possibly due to the Roaccutane!

2) My complete lack of faith in myself: Such as, ohhh, I dunno ... maybe in looking for and finding myself a damn job! ... Not that this is all that's standing in the way of me getting a new job. I also seriously don't know what I want to do next. And if you think I'm happy not knowing, you're oh-so-very-wrong about that. Additionally, I have very real issues with the idea of working for someone else (after how I was treated by the managers at the last place I worked for), and although this basically means I either work for myself or I stay unemployed (or I just get over it, which I'm working on), I'm hoping I'll think up that million-dollar idea that will mean I can work for myself and do well at something I love. We'll have to see, though. Those million-dollar ideas don't come around too often, I hear ...

3) My weaknesses: No, I said that's all you're getting on that one! (Nice try, though.)

4) My health: I'd love to start eating well and ensure that I had a good chance of being here for my as-yet-unborn child's 21st birthday (and possibly when they have kids), but the idea of giving up a full-time diet of Coke, doughnuts, burgers, chocolate and pizza somehow doesn't appeal.*

* Kidding.**

** Mostly.

5) My back: I'm talking about the pains I get in my lower back. It comes partly from bad posture, but mainly from putting my back out one day at work about four years ago and needing chiropractic work done on it. Once the WorkCover payments ran out, I couldn't afford to continue the treatment "on my own dime" (not that we have dimes over here), so my back now just aches and throbs and prevents me from being able to do any heavy lifting (or play any rough sports -- not that I needed an excuse to get out of that kind of activity!).

6) My inability to come up with six things I hate about myself: Seriously, I'm a self-loather from way back. What's with me not being able to come up with more than five things I hate about me? (And a couple of of those five were scraping the bottom of the barrel, anyway!) I think there are a lot of minor points wrapped up in points 2 and 3, so maybe I used sweeping statements for those examples, and covered a lot of ground there. Still, does it sound like I'm full of myself if I can't think of a sixth thing I hate about myself?


On trying to think of a sixth item to list above, I've realised I actually think quite highly of myself in many areas. So very shortly I'm going to create a tag that lists six things I love about myself, to follow and accompany this one. Feel free to go with both tags, if you like.


And now I tag:

Quirkie
Rowena
Gav
CBomb
Drowning In Jello
Her Radicalness

If tags aren't your thing and you're not interested in completing this tag, it's no skin off my nose at all - please don't feel obligated to do it. If you're happy to complete the tag (especially if you want to self-tag), please let me know in the comments so we can all go and check out your answers!

Good one. Hopefully we can come clean about our own self-loathing and make the world a better place, just like the song says.

Just try to keep the list to six, if you can. :)



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