Heart On Display

 I have never been good at being cunning. 

I was always the most unpretentious, unassuming person in a room. This has earned me more foes than allies. Notice I say allies not friends. The friends that I have are few and far between but they are true.

I have always worn my heart on my sleeve. I like going through life wearing my heart on my sleeve but the world doesn't like that. It makes you the easy target. Everyone seem to want to take a dig at you knowing that you will always react honestly, openly.

I have never been good at diplomacy, I started learning to be diplomatic especially in my words after secondary school and I can't say that I am good at it yet. I often say things too bluntly, too honestly and I'm usually too direct in my approach. 

And because of all these, I have never been able to pretend to like someone I do not. My feelings are always so clearly visible on my face even when I manage to tamp down the words.

I have always felt everything deeply. Loved deeply, hurt deeply, smiled genuinely, cried genuinely, admired sincerely and complimented honestly. 

So, this is me, sincere and unassuming. The exterior may be rough but my heart is true.

Recently, I have come into a space where all the things aforementioned are needed to thrive. I reckon I need to be more diplomatic, cunning, more poker faced and more willing to engage in lip service to thrive here. 

Everyone seem to have a hidden agenda and I'm just here floating. 

Nothing serious in this write up ....These are the musings of an average girl who is gradually becoming a lady on a Sunday evening......