alexander pope might have been a bastard, but he was a keen bastard.
how happy is the blamless vestal's lot the world forgetting, by the world forgot eternal sunshine of the spotless mind each pray'r accepted, each wish resign'd -alexander pope. it seems no matter what i do, people tend to forget about me. i mean, not like forget my face or forget my name but forget me. i'm pushed aside a lot, and maybe thats because i don't stand up enough and say something or maybe its because people consider me a laid back kind of girl. but when im sitting in my car, driving around town wasting gas, staring at my phone waiting for the little light to blink, i have to stop myself and remember that i don't need to deal with any of this. why should i inconvenience myself because of someone else's carelessness? i talk a big game now, but chances are nothings going to change. how do you make someone remember to make plans with your, or hang out with you, or just take you into consideration? you can't. you have to hope that they have enough sense to treat you with a little dignity. otherwise, you'll be driving past the same memorial, listening to an old cd that you're too lazy to change out, grabbing at your phone with every flicker of light that catches your eye. in other words, you'll be experiencing my friday night.