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"You're a great writer you should write more!" they said.
And so I did, and I finished a short story and I was so proud of myself for it, and so I emailed it to them but instead of sending me feedback, they told everyone else that they were worried about me?! Man. It was a story, for crying out loud, you know, fiction? The stuff we used to read before reality TV shows took over our lives?
People are annoying me lately. Some nights I'm thinking about how I would react to situations in the Big Brother house. I don't think I'd deal with it very well. I've been having foul days and bad mood swings.
It's not long now until we move. I'm not sure how I feel about it; thinking about it makes me feel uneasy. I have preconceptions in my head and I know that I would be much more comfortable moving somewhere where I could start with a clean slate, but Gully is excited. I should give it a chance, who knows.
We were sitting on the couch only two days ago, George, Gully and myself under two duvets. It reminded me of the situation that now seems so long ago - one so similar and yet so different. On my second date with Gully where we all went to the Chinese restaurant next to the train station near where I lived, and George and I sat across the table from Gully and giggled through the entire meal. He thought we were crazy but that did not deter him in the slightest. He stayed over that night.
Looking back, we were so young. If you had told us that in three years Gully and I would be engaged (although we did ask him if he had Photoshopped a wedding album) and Georgie would the mother of a beautiful 4-month old baby without a grandfather, we would have said "whatever", and giggled that away too. But it's harder to giggle things away these days.
With stability there also comes a sense of uncertainty and self-doubt. Sometimes I think I preferred it when I didn't know what life was going to throw at me.
And so I did, and I finished a short story and I was so proud of myself for it, and so I emailed it to them but instead of sending me feedback, they told everyone else that they were worried about me?! Man. It was a story, for crying out loud, you know, fiction? The stuff we used to read before reality TV shows took over our lives?
People are annoying me lately. Some nights I'm thinking about how I would react to situations in the Big Brother house. I don't think I'd deal with it very well. I've been having foul days and bad mood swings.
It's not long now until we move. I'm not sure how I feel about it; thinking about it makes me feel uneasy. I have preconceptions in my head and I know that I would be much more comfortable moving somewhere where I could start with a clean slate, but Gully is excited. I should give it a chance, who knows.
We were sitting on the couch only two days ago, George, Gully and myself under two duvets. It reminded me of the situation that now seems so long ago - one so similar and yet so different. On my second date with Gully where we all went to the Chinese restaurant next to the train station near where I lived, and George and I sat across the table from Gully and giggled through the entire meal. He thought we were crazy but that did not deter him in the slightest. He stayed over that night.
Looking back, we were so young. If you had told us that in three years Gully and I would be engaged (although we did ask him if he had Photoshopped a wedding album) and Georgie would the mother of a beautiful 4-month old baby without a grandfather, we would have said "whatever", and giggled that away too. But it's harder to giggle things away these days.
With stability there also comes a sense of uncertainty and self-doubt. Sometimes I think I preferred it when I didn't know what life was going to throw at me.