Won't You Help To Sing...
Why is it I get so shy trying to chat (either in person or online) with people I used to talk to all the time but no longer do? I mean, we're all people and I've known them for a long time. Why the shyness and insecurity? It perplexes me as it's so ridiculous. Also, why do I have a hard time just asking people for something? I guess that one is easier to answer as it's the fear of rejection. GAH!
Anyway, not a whole lot going on as of late. I have been sleeping soooo much this weekend. Maybe I'm fighting off a bug or something, I don't know. Lots of germs at work lately so that could very well be it. Speaking of work, I have a little 6 year old friend who seems to love me. I think it started with the hair and tattoos, both of which fascinate her. On Friday, she looked at and poked my skull wearing a bow tattoo and said, "This one scares me...but I like it." *lol* You can see why she's a cool kid in my books. My heart breaks though, besides the reason she and her mother are there, as she has HIV. I keep reminding myself that a child was recently cured so she may very well be cured within her lifetime and, if nothing else, antiretrovirals have come a long way. Still, it's a stark reminder of how unfair and cruel things can be.
Andrew and I went to Ikea for the first time yesterday. We were both on the verge of nervous breakdowns after being there for an hour. I hate the feeling they instil of people being cattle and you must all move along in the same robotic direction. All I wanted were bedsheets! Thankfully, we found them and quickly got the fuck out of there. The showrooms are nice to see, but one really needs to be in the right frame of mind to go there...or perhaps go during the day in the middle of the week, not on a Saturday. Hey, maybe this is also why I slept so much yesterday - all my energy was expelled at Ikea.
I'm continuing to write short poetic verses here and there. Maybe one day I'll piece them all together.
I tried to force the stars to align
in what I considered the perfect coordinates.
Suiting my vision.
Suiting my purposes.
No regard to yours.
But stars, much like the Fates,
will not be dictated by mere mortals.
Anyway, not a whole lot going on as of late. I have been sleeping soooo much this weekend. Maybe I'm fighting off a bug or something, I don't know. Lots of germs at work lately so that could very well be it. Speaking of work, I have a little 6 year old friend who seems to love me. I think it started with the hair and tattoos, both of which fascinate her. On Friday, she looked at and poked my skull wearing a bow tattoo and said, "This one scares me...but I like it." *lol* You can see why she's a cool kid in my books. My heart breaks though, besides the reason she and her mother are there, as she has HIV. I keep reminding myself that a child was recently cured so she may very well be cured within her lifetime and, if nothing else, antiretrovirals have come a long way. Still, it's a stark reminder of how unfair and cruel things can be.
Andrew and I went to Ikea for the first time yesterday. We were both on the verge of nervous breakdowns after being there for an hour. I hate the feeling they instil of people being cattle and you must all move along in the same robotic direction. All I wanted were bedsheets! Thankfully, we found them and quickly got the fuck out of there. The showrooms are nice to see, but one really needs to be in the right frame of mind to go there...or perhaps go during the day in the middle of the week, not on a Saturday. Hey, maybe this is also why I slept so much yesterday - all my energy was expelled at Ikea.
I'm continuing to write short poetic verses here and there. Maybe one day I'll piece them all together.
I tried to force the stars to align
in what I considered the perfect coordinates.
Suiting my vision.
Suiting my purposes.
No regard to yours.
But stars, much like the Fates,
will not be dictated by mere mortals.