Oh, so proud of myself...
Happy to announce that I finally was able to get through the Sex & the City movie without getting incredibly depressed & upset. I was only slightly melancholy, namely to when the New Year's Eve montage came up. Carriet shows up @ Miranda's door, gives her a big hug and says, "You're not alone".
*sigh*.
I almost forgot the one thing I hate about the holiday season. New Year's. I probably hate it even more than Valentine's Day. Granted, I have a lot to reflect on in this past year, but one thing still remains unchanged. 36 and still sadly single, over nine years since anyone's been on my dance card. I lost touch with Steve--not that he was ever a viable option due to that wife of his that keeps his ball in a jar--and my mother loused things up with that guy Will, who lived down the street from my grandmother's house. OMG, WILL. Talk about trying to fight fate. I tried like hell to give that guy an open, but it just was *not* meant to be. That whole thing was rediculous. I know I've said it here before...that maybe there's a very good reason that every guy that I've met in the past nine years that I've had a genuine interest in, that things keep getting screwed up by *other people*. But I've really been losing faith the whole notion of maybe it keeps happening because there's something much, much more bigger and better out there waiting for me. Maybe the real reason is because I'm just meant to make Bridget Jones look like a joke.
I'm gonna stop right there before I *do* make myself genuinely depressed.
*sigh*.
I almost forgot the one thing I hate about the holiday season. New Year's. I probably hate it even more than Valentine's Day. Granted, I have a lot to reflect on in this past year, but one thing still remains unchanged. 36 and still sadly single, over nine years since anyone's been on my dance card. I lost touch with Steve--not that he was ever a viable option due to that wife of his that keeps his ball in a jar--and my mother loused things up with that guy Will, who lived down the street from my grandmother's house. OMG, WILL. Talk about trying to fight fate. I tried like hell to give that guy an open, but it just was *not* meant to be. That whole thing was rediculous. I know I've said it here before...that maybe there's a very good reason that every guy that I've met in the past nine years that I've had a genuine interest in, that things keep getting screwed up by *other people*. But I've really been losing faith the whole notion of maybe it keeps happening because there's something much, much more bigger and better out there waiting for me. Maybe the real reason is because I'm just meant to make Bridget Jones look like a joke.
I'm gonna stop right there before I *do* make myself genuinely depressed.