Always awkward cont.

The awkwardness is a part of one’s idiosyncrasies. It’s a maladroit that can either be so insuperably cute or painful to witness one might just have a heart attack. My name is Phoebe and I have chronic awkwardness. Now, I have come to terms with this... disorder and learned to live with being a bizarre, weird, absurd, clumsy, and ungraceful wretch. Can I help it if I refuse to eat the pointy ends of French fries, fat baby carrots, or a peanut butter & jelly sandwich that has a higher peanut butter to jelly ratio? Is it my fault that I have been cursed with an absurdly nasal Jewish, and demonic voice that comes out at random points of the day when I am in pain, in shock, in love, in hate, in a pickle, in lieu, frustrated, confused, happy, apathetic, sad, depressed, mildly depressed, manically depressed, sleeping, eating, praying, cursing, driving, walking, running, wheelin’, dealin’, living, dying... for some reason that voice really freaks people out. So what if I find the scent of moth balls soothing? I attempt to live a blithe existence but sometimes my chronic awkwardness comes out at extremely unfortunate times. But other times, my awkwardness brings out some beautiful things and I can stand to enjoy life a little more when I realize that.