Things I don't like to Admit

But will.
(a recurring theme perhaps?)

I have a nasty streak. Not freaky nasty, but mean nasty. I hate it when the nasty me shows her face. Sometimes words just don't come out right, they come out blazing and cruel. Occasionally the nasty shows up after having too much to drink. Sometimes I climb up onto a great big soapbox and shout the nasty from the rooftops (not recently thank god). The nasty me is never pleasant to be around, or be.

I do my best to be honest to others with compassion, empathy and patience, but sometimes, I fail.