More proof I was adopted
Saw the Harry Potter movie with old High School gang last night. Good movie, but why does every single one of them end the same way? I never read the books, and don't really see a reason to now that i'm 20. I'd prefer Douglas Adams.
Evidence #1 - So not 20 minutes after my sister being back for Thansgiving dinner, she was up in my room screaming at me about how i'm "the favorite child" and how i live in "a spoiled sorostitute house". Mom and Dad came in and asked what the fuck is wrong with her. Same question we've asked since Brooke turned 15. Long story short....yelling and cursing, and me 45 minutes later calming down the parents then Brooke and then acting like nothing is wrong while slowly consuming Thanksgiving dinner and listening to classical music. Typical Thanksgiving for the Herter family.
Evidence #2 - I asked my Dad yesterday "Dad...do all men lie to and cheat on women?" His responce : "YEP! Everyone one of them, except for you're father. So you might as well give up hope now." This is ofcourse a lie. Even my father dumped my Mom for another woman back when they were dating. However, he came back as you can tell by my existance. It's sad when even you're father basically encourages you to be a lesbian because men are shit.
Evidence #3 - My father at this moment is teasing the fuck out of our dog with a stuffed animal of hers. He is also explaining TO THE DOG that she should want to share in the spirit of the holiday. Yep, to a dog.
They are all driving me insane and i just sit there and crouche my new scarf. A dark green one. It was suppose to be for Trueman, but as of last friday i started it, and for me. I must be one huge idiot for still missing him. Was it really 2 weeks ago that he told me how he wanted to be the only one with me, and how he wanted to do so many things with me like take me home to chicago. I keep remember little moments that just make me want to cry.
Example.....
Me : "Trueman, we've been going kind of fast emotionally, and as glad as i am that you're into me as much as i'm into you...well, you know how they say that something that starts out so big burns out quicker than a flash. Do you think we'll just burn out as quickly as we got fired up?"
Him: "No, not at all. I know how i feel about you, and i've been there where it was just a flash and this isn't it. Please don't be worried about that. I know that what i feel for you is authentic."
Theres nothing i hate more to see than a woman who is retarded with a man who she knows deep down will just hurt her, she's just too damn insecure to leave him. Some woman tell themselves "he's not a douche. he's the nicest, sweetest, bestest guy ever. And he's made up for how many times he's lied to me and cheat on me in leaps and bounds." I laugh at these women, and feel pity for them. Yet, i relate to them so well. *Scratch that, this isn't just about women...its about all people because both sexes do this*. I've been there where i just turn a blind eye to what a person really is, and its sooo much easier than accepting the truth.
Example
1) Ross
2) Kyle
3) John
4) Trueman
5) Every man i've ever dated.
Confession : Ross and Kyle i couldn't even bring myself to be with again. John...well, i can barely remember what he looks like. (lol...thats gotta be some serious repression when you can't easily recall someone that hurt you when you were on the verge of telling them you loved them). But Trueman. Yeah, i know it just happened, and you can add it all up that it's been less then two weeks, but i might just be stupid enough to give him another chance instead of slapping him (like he would deserve) if he asked me back.
I try to be positive and look at how many really greta things i loved about Trueman and tell myself that though he wasn't the one that i now know a lot of the qualities i do want in the next person i even dare to fall for. I did my laundry today. I always find that theraputic after a breakup. You have all of these clothes that you wore out with him and alls they do it remind you of the time you spent with him. So, i smell them one last time to remind myself of what it was like to be near him. Then...i throw it in cold water with the other and a lot of Cheer (irronic name for a detergent that washed away my recent memories of him). Its like i'm washing him away and off of me. Then, i take him off of my phone, facebook, LJ, and throw out, run over with Sarah's car, stomp on, and light on fire the roses he gave me. All of this is very theraputic.
Men can smell volunerability on a woman. I've been hit on more times than i can count since last friday, and i don't want one damn thing to do with any of them.
I keep having "emo moments".
Example : I was watching "When Harry Met Sally" slightly against my will the other night and there was a beautiful scene in the snow in NYC (snow made me think of Trueman naturally) and i made the comment of "aaww,it's cold and icy....like the INSIDE OF MY HEART!!!"
People are taking these as sarcastic comments, but the fact is that there is truth to them.
I'm going to have some pumpkin pie.
Happy Turkey Day everyone.
Random thought : I was still with Kyle and talking about marriage this time last year. Okay, so maybe not so random, but just as depressing as the rest of this post. sorry for being a wet blanket guys. just ignore this.
Evidence #1 - So not 20 minutes after my sister being back for Thansgiving dinner, she was up in my room screaming at me about how i'm "the favorite child" and how i live in "a spoiled sorostitute house". Mom and Dad came in and asked what the fuck is wrong with her. Same question we've asked since Brooke turned 15. Long story short....yelling and cursing, and me 45 minutes later calming down the parents then Brooke and then acting like nothing is wrong while slowly consuming Thanksgiving dinner and listening to classical music. Typical Thanksgiving for the Herter family.
Evidence #2 - I asked my Dad yesterday "Dad...do all men lie to and cheat on women?" His responce : "YEP! Everyone one of them, except for you're father. So you might as well give up hope now." This is ofcourse a lie. Even my father dumped my Mom for another woman back when they were dating. However, he came back as you can tell by my existance. It's sad when even you're father basically encourages you to be a lesbian because men are shit.
Evidence #3 - My father at this moment is teasing the fuck out of our dog with a stuffed animal of hers. He is also explaining TO THE DOG that she should want to share in the spirit of the holiday. Yep, to a dog.
They are all driving me insane and i just sit there and crouche my new scarf. A dark green one. It was suppose to be for Trueman, but as of last friday i started it, and for me. I must be one huge idiot for still missing him. Was it really 2 weeks ago that he told me how he wanted to be the only one with me, and how he wanted to do so many things with me like take me home to chicago. I keep remember little moments that just make me want to cry.
Example.....
Me : "Trueman, we've been going kind of fast emotionally, and as glad as i am that you're into me as much as i'm into you...well, you know how they say that something that starts out so big burns out quicker than a flash. Do you think we'll just burn out as quickly as we got fired up?"
Him: "No, not at all. I know how i feel about you, and i've been there where it was just a flash and this isn't it. Please don't be worried about that. I know that what i feel for you is authentic."
Theres nothing i hate more to see than a woman who is retarded with a man who she knows deep down will just hurt her, she's just too damn insecure to leave him. Some woman tell themselves "he's not a douche. he's the nicest, sweetest, bestest guy ever. And he's made up for how many times he's lied to me and cheat on me in leaps and bounds." I laugh at these women, and feel pity for them. Yet, i relate to them so well. *Scratch that, this isn't just about women...its about all people because both sexes do this*. I've been there where i just turn a blind eye to what a person really is, and its sooo much easier than accepting the truth.
Example
1) Ross
2) Kyle
3) John
4) Trueman
5) Every man i've ever dated.
Confession : Ross and Kyle i couldn't even bring myself to be with again. John...well, i can barely remember what he looks like. (lol...thats gotta be some serious repression when you can't easily recall someone that hurt you when you were on the verge of telling them you loved them). But Trueman. Yeah, i know it just happened, and you can add it all up that it's been less then two weeks, but i might just be stupid enough to give him another chance instead of slapping him (like he would deserve) if he asked me back.
I try to be positive and look at how many really greta things i loved about Trueman and tell myself that though he wasn't the one that i now know a lot of the qualities i do want in the next person i even dare to fall for. I did my laundry today. I always find that theraputic after a breakup. You have all of these clothes that you wore out with him and alls they do it remind you of the time you spent with him. So, i smell them one last time to remind myself of what it was like to be near him. Then...i throw it in cold water with the other and a lot of Cheer (irronic name for a detergent that washed away my recent memories of him). Its like i'm washing him away and off of me. Then, i take him off of my phone, facebook, LJ, and throw out, run over with Sarah's car, stomp on, and light on fire the roses he gave me. All of this is very theraputic.
Men can smell volunerability on a woman. I've been hit on more times than i can count since last friday, and i don't want one damn thing to do with any of them.
I keep having "emo moments".
Example : I was watching "When Harry Met Sally" slightly against my will the other night and there was a beautiful scene in the snow in NYC (snow made me think of Trueman naturally) and i made the comment of "aaww,it's cold and icy....like the INSIDE OF MY HEART!!!"
People are taking these as sarcastic comments, but the fact is that there is truth to them.
I'm going to have some pumpkin pie.
Happy Turkey Day everyone.
Random thought : I was still with Kyle and talking about marriage this time last year. Okay, so maybe not so random, but just as depressing as the rest of this post. sorry for being a wet blanket guys. just ignore this.