Over the past couple of years I've shed a few layers of the rotten shell that I used to mistake for myself. Bad stuff. Knocked it on the head, mostly. But here are a few things I need to work on:
Fitness - since I'm going to be an actor, I need to be in peak condition and you can't start early enough. I want to structure my own diet, which is sort of unfeasible at this point, and to run along a beach everyday. My my old back injury is a real rattata to deal with, though.
Knowledge - don't really appear to have any... and I can't seem to count. Or think.
Thinking before I speak - I'm a loudmouth and it never leaves a good impression when you speak too hastily.
Skills - like learning an instrument or just some stuff I can pull out at parties. I don't know how to do anything remotely impressive.
Stop comparing myself to others and feeling like rubbish for it - I alternate between arrogance and insecurity at the drop of a hat. Comparing myself to taller, talented, more privileged individuals is a sure recipe for feeling like trash. But y'know, that's bearable. It's when other people start comparing me. My circumstances are beyond their ken. If I ever find someone who has lived a life anything like mine, I'll be surprised. It's like that Cyndi Lauper album. I'm just going to exchange the She bit. I'm so unusual.
Unreasonable fits of anger usually prompted by disappointment - I'm a big baby. A big, violent, angry baby that smashes stuff up. Need to quash it before I do something stupid.
Coordination - I'd lose tempo with a psyducking pendulum.
Anxiety - it stops me from doing things I want to do.
Sentimentality - can't step on a leaf without feeling guilty.
Laziness - grunt grunt grunt. Ask me to sweep the floor and I'll get pissed.
And I think that covers it. I'm mostly perfect, really.