It was one of every animal, right?
I am a small drowned rat.
If I was superstitious (which I totally am) I might secretly blame myself for this. There's this little thing that I do that always seems harmless at the time, but whenever I do it, something bad happens.
Pure superstition, because the kinds of bad things that happen are not bad things that can be caused by the simple act of reaching out to someone who was supposed to be a friend, but...
I sent a txt to the Rock DJ today, asking if I could see him for Christmas. It rained, and rained, and the roof burst, and my department flooded, and I was stuck at work until one in the morning trying to fix everything that went wrong (because it was a bad night enough even before the million and three massive leaks) and I would really like not to be superstitious right now but...
I just miss my goddamn friend, and there shouldn't be anything wrong with that.
Whatever. He gave up the honour of 'best friend' quite some time ago.
Oh my god. What was her name? Something gem-related. Crystal or Amber or some trendy thing like that. When I was...seven? Seven. This girl showed up at school two weeks before the end of year. We were best buddies. Two weeks, her and me, and then the summer holidays and...I didn't see her and the other kids did because she lived near them and they explained to her the social situation, which is to say, the next school year started and Amber wasn't best buddies with me anymore.
I forgot about that for a while. My issues really do go waaaay back.
I think it was later that year the cool kids smothered me half to death in the library. Because nothing says "live a sane and healthy life" like near-miss manslaughter.
I was going to go back to counselling. I should do that. Beats the hell out of some of the alternatives.
If I was superstitious (which I totally am) I might secretly blame myself for this. There's this little thing that I do that always seems harmless at the time, but whenever I do it, something bad happens.
Pure superstition, because the kinds of bad things that happen are not bad things that can be caused by the simple act of reaching out to someone who was supposed to be a friend, but...
I sent a txt to the Rock DJ today, asking if I could see him for Christmas. It rained, and rained, and the roof burst, and my department flooded, and I was stuck at work until one in the morning trying to fix everything that went wrong (because it was a bad night enough even before the million and three massive leaks) and I would really like not to be superstitious right now but...
I just miss my goddamn friend, and there shouldn't be anything wrong with that.
Whatever. He gave up the honour of 'best friend' quite some time ago.
Oh my god. What was her name? Something gem-related. Crystal or Amber or some trendy thing like that. When I was...seven? Seven. This girl showed up at school two weeks before the end of year. We were best buddies. Two weeks, her and me, and then the summer holidays and...I didn't see her and the other kids did because she lived near them and they explained to her the social situation, which is to say, the next school year started and Amber wasn't best buddies with me anymore.
I forgot about that for a while. My issues really do go waaaay back.
I think it was later that year the cool kids smothered me half to death in the library. Because nothing says "live a sane and healthy life" like near-miss manslaughter.
I was going to go back to counselling. I should do that. Beats the hell out of some of the alternatives.