tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1598326900179239696.post6899474427282936481..comments2023-10-17T09:59:02.344+01:00Comments on The Thing About Chaos: It doesn't matterDawn Younghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14651577780658563070noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1598326900179239696.post-18897193663703937072014-07-16T10:59:17.727+01:002014-07-16T10:59:17.727+01:00Amen to that! XAmen to that! XDawn Younghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14651577780658563070noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1598326900179239696.post-58013784948459366002014-06-27T12:04:26.722+01:002014-06-27T12:04:26.722+01:00I don't think I've ever been that bothered...I don't think I've ever been that bothered about things like that. I'm pretty much able to laugh at myself these days as I always used to be the odd one who stuck out at school. I have memories of being laughed at for wearing what I liked on non-uniform days, whilst all of the other kids wore the same stuff as each other, but I didn't allow it to bother me. If I do something silly, what's the point in regretting it - OK so I've made a fool of myself, but usually it's in front of people I don't know and won't likely see again, or if it's in front of friends then they're not going to make fun of you, they're your friends. I don't see the point in getting shy and weird over boys either; if you don't make it clear what you want, how do you expect to ever get it?charhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01424341312136077664noreply@blogger.com