Weekend, Dreams, Books
So the highlight of my long holiday weekend was a birthday celebratory lunch for a friend. It was a nice, lovely afternoon at a sushi place with people that I wish I could be more like. Seriously, they seemed to have their shit together, have good careers and family lives going on.
The rest of the weekend I spent feeling so alone. I kept having to fight the urge to get back in touch with my recent ex-boyfriend, because I missed being held that much. Even my subconscious was in on the game with a dream this morning about me being hugged by a guy I work with who I don't think about that way at all.
I also saw Bridesmaids and The Hangover Part II. Both were enjoyable, but I didn't love either one to bits.
I also read three books.
This is apparently my life.... loneliness relieved by brief moments of social-ness.
I'm a bit disgusted by myself at the moment.
The rest of the weekend I spent feeling so alone. I kept having to fight the urge to get back in touch with my recent ex-boyfriend, because I missed being held that much. Even my subconscious was in on the game with a dream this morning about me being hugged by a guy I work with who I don't think about that way at all.
I also saw Bridesmaids and The Hangover Part II. Both were enjoyable, but I didn't love either one to bits.
I also read three books.
This is apparently my life.... loneliness relieved by brief moments of social-ness.
I'm a bit disgusted by myself at the moment.