First of all: totally agree with you on the texted photo of the ring thing. If a dear friend or family member did that to me, I would feel quite affronted. It seems to be the iPhone/Facebook of the engagement world - "everyone has one, so why shouldn't I?" EVERYONE is throwing out these engagement ring photos to share "the big news" instead of legitimately sharing the big news. Comfort yourself in knowing that the less than stellar method of communication chosen by your sister in this case is a GIANT STUPID FAD. (Like Twilight.)
As for your reaction to the news, I can't say anything helpful because I feel similarly. Moments like these just kind of pour salt into that open, ever-bleeding wound created by fear and sometimes hopelessness.
Hey, look at it this way: now when you find a honey, you can gloat that your family saved the best for last. ;)
UGH, DUDE. You should see these texts, they are pretty epic in their amount of effrontery. (I see what you did in the parenthesis, don't think I don't.)
Your icon is so apt, because it's SOCIETY and DISNEY and JANE AUSTEN that have done this to me, this idea that my life cannot be meaningful and fulfilling unless I'm married with my picket fence and my 2.5 children. I mean, not really all society's fault, because it's also MY fault, but still.
:O I have never before heard or seen the word "effrontery." NEW FAVORITE! (Also, my parentheticals are so sneaky. Sometimes I have to throw in italicized FADS to make them noticeable.) ;)
It's truuuuuue! We grow up surrounded by fairy tale images of happily ever after and how glorious, romantic, and adventurous life will be when we find it. It all makes the "meantime" of our lives feel so... dull and anti-climactic.
I'VE HAD A FABULOUS THOUGHT! You should write a book. Then millions of men will fall in love with you through your words (and the little "author's note" photograph on the inside flap of your book's dust jacket). They will flock to you, and you will have your pick of them. Then your gloat can be two-fold! :D :D :D
Well, I do like to use big words. It makes me feel important. :p (And yes they are.)
I WANT MUCH MORE THAN THIS PROVINCIAL LIFE, JUST AROUND THE RIVER BEND, UP WHERE THEY WALK, SOMEDAY MY PRINCE WILL COME, ETC TO INFINITY.
WOW, THAT IS A FANTASTIC IDEA, I CAN'T BELIEVE YOU HAVEN'T EXPRESSED IT BEFORE. :pppp I don't think many straight men read memoirs. Or, at least, my experience at the book store says they don't. I am interested in two fold gloating though. I should get on this.
♥ ♥ You are such a ball of giddy sunshine. Thanks for being my friend. :)
I like using big words, too, except when I realize I've used them incorrectly and/or mispronounced them. Then I feel the opposite of important. This happens SO MUCH MORE frequently than I'd care to admit.
I WANT MUCH MORE THAN THIS PROVINCIAL LIFE, JUST AROUND THE RIVER BEND, UP WHERE THEY WALK, SOMEDAY MY PRINCE WILL COME, ETC TO INFINITY.
AND BEYOND! It's strange how all of these are really meant to empower us, yet all they really do is breed discontent. :(
Wait, wait, I can make this work... Okay, so gay men will read your memoirs and forcefully drag their straight friends/relations/roommates to your book signings, and THEN they shall fall in love with you and flock to you, allowing you your pick of them. I'm convinced this will happen.
Of course, I love you oodles! *hugs* And thank you for being my friend and calling me a ball of giddy sunshine! (Can that be my tagline and/or warning label?) :D
It took me until my mid to late twenties to figure out that hors-de-ouvres is how you spell the word pronounced ordurves. It was an incredibly embarrassing discovery, let me tell you.
I feel like I should write a book about your imagined love story for me. It would probably be more interesting than whatever will happen in real life. :p
Also, YES. I think you should icon it or something. :))))) ♥
My mother corrected my pronunciation of the word "aghast" the other day. Fairly certain I actually shrank a few inches while willing the ground to swallow me whole. (And that's not even a long, difficult word. THERE HAVE BEEN WORSE.)
Also, something that drives me bananas about my early writing (and by early, I mean in my early TEENS): I always mixed up "waste" and "waist." I spent a lot of time questioning my desire to be an author when I discovered this. ;)
I feel like I should write a book about your imagined love story for me.
You should write both! They'll make a movie out of one and a TV series out of the other! And then... fanfiction! :D
I keep meaning to start a notepad file on my desktop with all the things you've suggested I icon, and yet I never do. Must remedy this sooner rather than later. Heee!
I can't remember what word I've had problems with recently, but there's something that I come across when I'm reading out loud to incredulity and she made fun of me. So I'm there too. Don't worry. :)
Thank yooooouuu for telling me this! I weep with joy to know I am not alone in my word-butchering!
Have you ever a friend or family member correct you in private and ask if you've ever said it in front of anyone else? And you're all, "*snort* NO, of course not. I never use that word in public!" But inside you are secretly and shamefully thinking, "OMG I TOTALLY DIIIID."
It is creaaaaaaaaaated! (This only works if you read it like Dexter from Dexter's Lab. Or at least that's how it sounded in my head when I typed it.)
...annnnd the above comment was brought to you by WOW it's really time for me to go to sleep. :O
As for your reaction to the news, I can't say anything helpful because I feel similarly. Moments like these just kind of pour salt into that open, ever-bleeding wound created by fear and sometimes hopelessness.
Hey, look at it this way: now when you find a honey, you can gloat that your family saved the best for last. ;)
*hugs*
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Your icon is so apt, because it's SOCIETY and DISNEY and JANE AUSTEN that have done this to me, this idea that my life cannot be meaningful and fulfilling unless I'm married with my picket fence and my 2.5 children. I mean, not really all society's fault, because it's also MY fault, but still.
AND YES, YES I CAN GLOAT.
*hugs to youuuu*
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It's truuuuuue! We grow up surrounded by fairy tale images of happily ever after and how glorious, romantic, and adventurous life will be when we find it. It all makes the "meantime" of our lives feel so... dull and anti-climactic.
I'VE HAD A FABULOUS THOUGHT! You should write a book. Then millions of men will fall in love with you through your words (and the little "author's note" photograph on the inside flap of your book's dust jacket). They will flock to you, and you will have your pick of them. Then your gloat can be two-fold! :D :D :D
♥
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I WANT MUCH MORE THAN THIS PROVINCIAL LIFE, JUST AROUND THE RIVER BEND, UP WHERE THEY WALK, SOMEDAY MY PRINCE WILL COME, ETC TO INFINITY.
WOW, THAT IS A FANTASTIC IDEA, I CAN'T BELIEVE YOU HAVEN'T EXPRESSED IT BEFORE. :pppp I don't think many straight men read memoirs. Or, at least, my experience at the book store says they don't. I am interested in two fold gloating though. I should get on this.
♥ ♥ You are such a ball of giddy sunshine. Thanks for being my friend. :)
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I WANT MUCH MORE THAN THIS PROVINCIAL LIFE, JUST AROUND THE RIVER BEND, UP WHERE THEY WALK, SOMEDAY MY PRINCE WILL COME, ETC TO INFINITY.
AND BEYOND! It's strange how all of these are really meant to empower us, yet all they really do is breed discontent. :(
Wait, wait, I can make this work... Okay, so gay men will read your memoirs and forcefully drag their straight friends/relations/roommates to your book signings, and THEN they shall fall in love with you and flock to you, allowing you your pick of them. I'm convinced this will happen.
Of course, I love you oodles! *hugs* And thank you for being my friend and calling me a ball of giddy sunshine! (Can that be my tagline and/or warning label?) :D
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I feel like I should write a book about your imagined love story for me. It would probably be more interesting than whatever will happen in real life. :p
Also, YES. I think you should icon it or something. :))))) ♥
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Also, something that drives me bananas about my early writing (and by early, I mean in my early TEENS): I always mixed up "waste" and "waist." I spent a lot of time questioning my desire to be an author when I discovered this. ;)
I feel like I should write a book about your imagined love story for me.
You should write both! They'll make a movie out of one and a TV series out of the other! And then... fanfiction! :D
I keep meaning to start a notepad file on my desktop with all the things you've suggested I icon, and yet I never do. Must remedy this sooner rather than later. Heee!
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DOOOO IIIITTTTT. :)
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Have you ever a friend or family member correct you in private and ask if you've ever said it in front of anyone else? And you're all, "*snort* NO, of course not. I never use that word in public!" But inside you are secretly and shamefully thinking, "OMG I TOTALLY DIIIID."
It is creaaaaaaaaaated! (This only works if you read it like Dexter from Dexter's Lab. Or at least that's how it sounded in my head when I typed it.)
...annnnd the above comment was brought to you by WOW it's really time for me to go to sleep. :O
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