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When I think about all the times I have sat around and missed out on fun events waiting for the current love interest to call, I want to be sick. I want to throw up in a bag and toss it at the loved one's face. This has been going on for years. Major vomit.
It makes me sick because when the love interest does not call, not only do I think something is severely wrong with me, but I think about the moments that lead up to the "not calling". I think about all the things I did that day that I didn't want to do, but convinced myself that it was worth it because you know who would call. "No, I really don't want to stay inside and clean all day, but it's okay, so and so will call". Or, "No, I don't want to write this paper now, but so and so and I will have an amazing date, and it will make it so worthwhile". Or, "Dang! Paper cut! It's okay". No call.
My psychic told me that I have a dark aura. My psychic told me that she wants to go to her church, light five specific candles, and pray for me. I told my mom this, and somehow, my mom knew exactly what my dark aura is.
Me: I don't think I'm ever going to find anyone.
Mom: That's your dark aura, isn't it?
Why can't those who I want to call understand me as well as my mother. Or even as well as my psychic. Oh, that's a sad sad thought. Maybe I should take up a personal ad? "6' 0". Poopy colored hair. Not a slutso. Call if you aren't a slutso. Hey, thanks." What am I talking about? This all just bites the big one.
It makes me sick because when the love interest does not call, not only do I think something is severely wrong with me, but I think about the moments that lead up to the "not calling". I think about all the things I did that day that I didn't want to do, but convinced myself that it was worth it because you know who would call. "No, I really don't want to stay inside and clean all day, but it's okay, so and so will call". Or, "No, I don't want to write this paper now, but so and so and I will have an amazing date, and it will make it so worthwhile". Or, "Dang! Paper cut! It's okay". No call.
My psychic told me that I have a dark aura. My psychic told me that she wants to go to her church, light five specific candles, and pray for me. I told my mom this, and somehow, my mom knew exactly what my dark aura is.
Me: I don't think I'm ever going to find anyone.
Mom: That's your dark aura, isn't it?
Why can't those who I want to call understand me as well as my mother. Or even as well as my psychic. Oh, that's a sad sad thought. Maybe I should take up a personal ad? "6' 0". Poopy colored hair. Not a slutso. Call if you aren't a slutso. Hey, thanks." What am I talking about? This all just bites the big one.