three days.
Friday, drinks with oldest friends. Stories, laughter, we're going to change the world. They bought me a fern, and we drank too much. Then one turns to me and says "Claire, do you even want to be friends with us anymore?" And it made me cry. And feel flattered (in a small way), and horrible, and very sad.
Saturday, an hour and a half long therapy session phone call with my mom, who said "Do you even want to be friends with her anymore? She doesn't sound like a good friend. Stop giving so much of yourself to those who don't deserve it." And my mother is always right (pretty much), so I felt better. But really, really hungover. Lunch with someone I do want to be friends with, and a long nap, and Dexter.
Today was full of lesson plans (Ocean Animals and Vowels/ R-controlled vowels) and cleaning my floor with lemon verbena oils. Another nap and I woke up feeling like I needed something I couldn't name. More Dexter (I'm a bit obsessed- he's cold, calculating, and almost does good things- I swoon over boys like that, to my detriment). Nada chicken from Thundercloud. A boy asked me out, two weeks late. I was busy, but he may get another chance soon. And I'm about to lie in bed with my book about Italy, India and Indonesia.
I vow to write more. My life is happening, and I have a horrible memory. I want to remember it.
Saturday, an hour and a half long therapy session phone call with my mom, who said "Do you even want to be friends with her anymore? She doesn't sound like a good friend. Stop giving so much of yourself to those who don't deserve it." And my mother is always right (pretty much), so I felt better. But really, really hungover. Lunch with someone I do want to be friends with, and a long nap, and Dexter.
Today was full of lesson plans (Ocean Animals and Vowels/ R-controlled vowels) and cleaning my floor with lemon verbena oils. Another nap and I woke up feeling like I needed something I couldn't name. More Dexter (I'm a bit obsessed- he's cold, calculating, and almost does good things- I swoon over boys like that, to my detriment). Nada chicken from Thundercloud. A boy asked me out, two weeks late. I was busy, but he may get another chance soon. And I'm about to lie in bed with my book about Italy, India and Indonesia.
I vow to write more. My life is happening, and I have a horrible memory. I want to remember it.