Farsighted

I'm beginning to think I'm not qualified at life. I can burn on an empty zeal for hours, days, even weeks. But I know good and well that it doesn't last. Actually it might be because I plan for it to be that way. Or both. As I told someone recently I have nowhere to put my stuff down, and it's taking a toll on me. I feel like no one wants to deal with the "games" of an indirect communicator and as I speak I'm realizing that I'm cursing myself. I don't want to be like my mom who says bad things about and beats up on herself. I have it well enough in my mind that it stops here, but the execution isn't clear to me at all. I don't like being "the one who...." and don't like having things pointed out to others before they are pointed out to me. Like when your crack is showing. Freaking tell the person. Better yet, discreetly wrap a coat behind them. Love covers a multitude of sins.