Ten lies I constantly tell myself (not really ten.)

1. “I am open-minded.” Which I probably am to  a certain degree. But I still judge people for stupid things, and I mock them. Things that doesn’t matter. Such as what they think of certain music or a tv-show or cookies. And people who claim that the computer they use is superior and make puking gestures when say a competitor? Those I hate. They should be the new baby seals.
2. “I am not afraid.” This is so false I’m ashamed. Constant fear for everything. 
3. “I hate people.” False, false, false. I’m not a people-person; introverted and shy. Being around strangers is scary (see point two) and even friends who I love can be taxing on the social reserves. Hate people is just easier to use as an explanation than the truth. You remember the old clichéd scenes in movies where someone stands in the cold and look inside on a family who celebrate the holiday with food and laughter? That’s me on the outside, and the glass in the window keeps me from being part of everything. “Hating people” is a lie to help the mind cope.
4. “I’m going to get a cat.” I used to be very allergic. It’s better now, I don’t sneeze or anything from cats but I think it would be a bad idea to get a cat anyway. What if the allergies are there — dormant and hiding, waiting to attack.
5. “I love change.” Which I do, but it’s not the whole truth. I adapt slowly, I am without a doubt very much a creature of habit and then there’s point two again. Change is good, I’m not just as spontaneous as I’d like.
6. “I’m worthless.” At least I think it’s a lie. I hope it’s just a case of terrible self-esteem.  It’s the worst.