but how much do I secretly love the drama?
I think I may hate it when people fall in love with me. I think I just hate it in general. Cause either I have to ignore it completely or I end up having to have The Conversation.
I hate having The Conversation. I hate being someone's ideal. And I never, EVER want to act as someone's sanity. I think I may make it a rule that the person has to have their own before even coming near me. God. Don't tell me I'm beautiful. Don't tell me I'm a freaking goddess, man. For one thing, I think to qualify as goddess-material I would have to be at least half a foot taller. I am five-foot-two. Not repulsive by any means, somewhat creative, rather friendly, yes, but I cannot fix all your problems, nor would I want to, and I look really bad in pink chiffon and PVC. (Yes, you heard me. I grew up watching Hercules and Xena on TV every Saturday, I know what goddesses are expected to wear. NO WAY.)
The bright side of life: I shall eventually, this weekend, track down scattered friend-units and spend time with them. I have written 350 more words - woot! And my mother and I are spending Thursday afternoon doing more remodeling downstairs and watching the L Word, which will be much fun. Life is not sucky. Just, at this particular moment, very frustrating.
I hate having The Conversation. I hate being someone's ideal. And I never, EVER want to act as someone's sanity. I think I may make it a rule that the person has to have their own before even coming near me. God. Don't tell me I'm beautiful. Don't tell me I'm a freaking goddess, man. For one thing, I think to qualify as goddess-material I would have to be at least half a foot taller. I am five-foot-two. Not repulsive by any means, somewhat creative, rather friendly, yes, but I cannot fix all your problems, nor would I want to, and I look really bad in pink chiffon and PVC. (Yes, you heard me. I grew up watching Hercules and Xena on TV every Saturday, I know what goddesses are expected to wear. NO WAY.)
The bright side of life: I shall eventually, this weekend, track down scattered friend-units and spend time with them. I have written 350 more words - woot! And my mother and I are spending Thursday afternoon doing more remodeling downstairs and watching the L Word, which will be much fun. Life is not sucky. Just, at this particular moment, very frustrating.