I really am a brat. The mean kind on occasion, but sometimes playful.
Today I realize I am bratting hard. I want so much to gain the attention of someone specific, and am doing things to gain attention from others instead.
This was taught to me, but some of my brattiness comes naturally. The pout, the screaming Daddy in my head, to see if he can hear me from across whatever ocean he is currently across. Congering his face so I can keep him in my mind as I do things he may not like.
Maybe he knows, and maybe he will love me enough to punish me.
Lisa Gray 