Force feed me scurvy
It occured to me that somehow in the past year and a half I have emerged from my vegetable universe. Completely unaware of this change until yesterday, I still feel oddly comforted. Regardless of the inconsequential nature of something that has meant so little to me that I haven't even noticed it, the acknowledgement of this new universe is pleasing.
Things come and go, but life is back to normal. Furthermore, the present comings seem more final than the prior comings. Bittersweet, and that is saying a lot. I am definately lucky that all of that happened. I know I flip out, but I am seriously a very lucky girl.
I would like to go out once... just once... and not have someone hit on me, or ask my friends to hook us up, or ask my friends to ask if I am interested in them. I do not get it. How in heaven's name am I hot enough to warrent so much unasked for attention? Between lunch with Missi, Carresse's going-away thing, creepy people at Liberace, and all the rest of the multiple instances where this has happened recently, I cannot stand it any longer. Do people not understand that maybe I am not interested. I do not mean not interested in THEM. I mean not interested in dating. Not interested in anything. I know that there is this whole Shane thing, but seriously, that was kind of random, and by no means an idication that I have emerged from my I hate dating phase. I still hate it. I still hate when people hit on me. And I do not plan on accepting dates from anyone other than Shane. Maybe Daniel. No, not even Daniel. But, seriously, not in the mood. Don't enjoy dating.
"I hate porn! I hate men! I'm LEAVING! I hate the internet!"
Things come and go, but life is back to normal. Furthermore, the present comings seem more final than the prior comings. Bittersweet, and that is saying a lot. I am definately lucky that all of that happened. I know I flip out, but I am seriously a very lucky girl.
I would like to go out once... just once... and not have someone hit on me, or ask my friends to hook us up, or ask my friends to ask if I am interested in them. I do not get it. How in heaven's name am I hot enough to warrent so much unasked for attention? Between lunch with Missi, Carresse's going-away thing, creepy people at Liberace, and all the rest of the multiple instances where this has happened recently, I cannot stand it any longer. Do people not understand that maybe I am not interested. I do not mean not interested in THEM. I mean not interested in dating. Not interested in anything. I know that there is this whole Shane thing, but seriously, that was kind of random, and by no means an idication that I have emerged from my I hate dating phase. I still hate it. I still hate when people hit on me. And I do not plan on accepting dates from anyone other than Shane. Maybe Daniel. No, not even Daniel. But, seriously, not in the mood. Don't enjoy dating.
"I hate porn! I hate men! I'm LEAVING! I hate the internet!"