every effing time
I'm not really sure what it is about me and san francisco. but, i always arrive with a zillion tentative plans with a zillion people and then one by one they get changed, canceled, ignored and i end up kicking around the city all by my lonesome.
going to dinner alone. trudging back to my hostel alone. nobody picking me up, nobody letting me crash on their couch.
whats wrong with this?
maybe i'm too accommodating. maybe if i were more demanding, more pushy and stubborn people wouldn't treat me like i'm disposable. they'd cancel plans with other people to keep their plans with me.
part of it is god damn significant others getting in the way of my fun.
now that i'm single, i'm feeling the slight of playing second fiddle to boyfriends, girlfriends, husbands, wives.
why are people in relationships so boring and un-adventurous. i will never understand this.
other than that. the city is thrilling as always. cold and windy tonight which is why i'm staying in. tomorrow i'm getting breakfast in the mission (provided i don't get a cancellation call), then seeing some good art stuff at SF MOMA and then heading somewhere out in the tendrils of the east bay for dinner to accommodate other friends.
going to dinner alone. trudging back to my hostel alone. nobody picking me up, nobody letting me crash on their couch.
whats wrong with this?
maybe i'm too accommodating. maybe if i were more demanding, more pushy and stubborn people wouldn't treat me like i'm disposable. they'd cancel plans with other people to keep their plans with me.
part of it is god damn significant others getting in the way of my fun.
now that i'm single, i'm feeling the slight of playing second fiddle to boyfriends, girlfriends, husbands, wives.
why are people in relationships so boring and un-adventurous. i will never understand this.
other than that. the city is thrilling as always. cold and windy tonight which is why i'm staying in. tomorrow i'm getting breakfast in the mission (provided i don't get a cancellation call), then seeing some good art stuff at SF MOMA and then heading somewhere out in the tendrils of the east bay for dinner to accommodate other friends.