over sharing | Shayweasel

I want to know… But really is what to know, I need to stay on a need to know basics but sometimes is more of a what to know basics,

I know when I go to the hospital they are not on a need to know basics they are on a what to know… what happened.. what are you allergic to… what is wrong?… what kind of pain?? what to know is sometimes a weirdly important part. Its the small things that mess everything up. Its when you want to know something and then learn that you don’t really need to know it. But every now and every then, you learn what to know. And sometimes its when that person tells you what to know that you go… and take that deep breath and you know, that the air is clear and that the pain is right in the heart.

What to know about me… I’m not sure, I barely know me. I have only lived with myself for well about 23 years, I have lived outside the womb for 22 years but I have been alive for 23 years, I like the air I breath even though my lungs believe I need help sometimes. And my body for some reason believes that most foods and most things that you can find outdoors are evil so therefore attacks them, is what makes the world one kind of place that I do highly to the most amazing enjoy.

What to know about Shannon DeRose, is that its just who I am. I am not the enjoyer of a small plant of random food. I ask way too many questions and I normally fall into trouble for this. I would not say I am an easy going person. I like who I am, and everyone else is learning to deal with who I am.

Now what to know about life is that there isn’t a place for everyone but I believe that we can make places for ourselves. We can make everyone have a place, but I think some of us come out with a whole lot of craze and we have to make a place in this world for us, and people who aren’t like us.

What to know is that we can make places for us. We have to try. And never quit and sometimes we have to say behold….What we need to know is up to us…

I never know how to answer the question “SO tell me about yourself?” I always wanted to know, “Do you want the cliff notes? Or the TV movie? Or do you want the truth?” most of the time the person just wants the cliff notes, basically what’s your hobbies? What do you do for a living? How old are you? Why are you here? and most of the time my answers don’t hold over well. Because I personally don’t understand cliff notes, I want to know all the story, and I want to know the things that don’t always seem to matter.

So this leads me to over sharing sometimes and when the person walks off they hope to never see me again. Or the rare moments that you get the people that are so amazed by your honesty that its like they never knew it could be true and they smile and say wow.

Those are my favorite, but see I don’t over sharing as much as I use to. I’m scared, because the world as utterly horrified me. People are total mean people… just very mean.

They make fun of you for being nice and for standing up for someone or even yourself. So for a while I didn’t shear anything. I mean nothing. I didn’t tell anyone anything about me, because I was nervous, so that has me up to now.

I don’t share everything but I don’t not share anything. I don’t think that made sense. I hope you understood. Its not about letting everyone know what your favourite colour is its about letting everyone be alright and be happy with the answers you give. I take that back its really about knowing who you are talking to

. How nice this person is or isn’t and knowing what they want to know.

When someone asks me know to tell them about me I just ask what they want to know and if the answer is a little, or a lot. I give them what they want and nothing more.

I like myself, I find myself awesome but I’m learning to like other people to. Not all people are bad and not all are good and thats alright. I’m learning to just live and love life.

So overall just know who you are talking to and know what they want to know. Thats the whole point of this. In a very small way.

Don’t bite the people you do know. Only strangers.. That is what I believe.