Storm in a Teacup
Looks like I won't be seeing you around tonight. Just when I had commented that meeting you would make my day perfect, barely had the thought formed in my mind when I had a premonition this would happen.
I should stop looking for perfect days. The more I look for them, the less they happen.
This week's been eventful alright. There was my Budget (next time I will give it to eater to do, seeing as she's such minister material :D), there was my catching up with everybody else, there was that "scary" PCCG talk, there was my surfing the net for all that trivial (or not so trivial) information that I found out, and there was even a storm in a teacup.
Maybe its a storm in a teacup to me, but evidently to others its not. Can't blame them, but on the other hand, can't blame me either. I sleep very well at night, thank you, and even more so because I know two people whose opinion I respect very much agree with me. And I think a third person might too.
In any case, it's over already. At least I hope it is. For all I know, it may last for the next five months, or even the whole year. Thankfully, my blog is not very well publicized. So I'm sure any of you out there reading it won't know what in the whole wide teacup I am talking about. So be it.
Should I stay up really really late to wait for you? Should I get up in the middle of the night to look for you? Hmm. Scrap that last option. If I get caught I'd never be able to cover it up. And I really shouldn't be making this a habit.
But it's not enough. Really, it's not enough.
Since I'm pretty sure everyone thinks my blog's dead and buried and only the people I trust and like will be reading this, I'll just be really open about what I think here.
On a more unrelated note, something's been bugging me. All those bitchy, shallow, childish friends I know find guys whom they like and who like them back (with the exception of one friend who's good and kind and wise and doesn't deserve what all a certain idiot recently did to her). Is not having anyone interested in me a sign that I'm just not as bitchy or girly or shallow as them? Of course they've good attributes, these aforementioned females, but personally if my older brother ever went out with someone like any of them I'd start giving her the evil eye and scare her off the way I use my nice, cold, sharp tongue to tell any of the guys in class off when their idiocracy crosses the limit (which, thankfully, doesn't happen very often). And besides, it's not as if I'd want their boyfriends. I don't think I could ever fall in love with people like them. I don't really get what draws girls to them actually.
But I wonder, and I really really want to know, if not out of jealousy then out of sheer curiousity- what attracts these people to each other? I mean, all those guys are, well, all the same. What's so good about them? And all those girls, well, at a certain level, they're all the same too. I really wonder.
I also wonder, if I were to ask you this very moment, could you answer me honestly?
It doesn't matter, anyway. It would hardly change reality.
I should stop looking for perfect days. The more I look for them, the less they happen.
This week's been eventful alright. There was my Budget (next time I will give it to eater to do, seeing as she's such minister material :D), there was my catching up with everybody else, there was that "scary" PCCG talk, there was my surfing the net for all that trivial (or not so trivial) information that I found out, and there was even a storm in a teacup.
Maybe its a storm in a teacup to me, but evidently to others its not. Can't blame them, but on the other hand, can't blame me either. I sleep very well at night, thank you, and even more so because I know two people whose opinion I respect very much agree with me. And I think a third person might too.
In any case, it's over already. At least I hope it is. For all I know, it may last for the next five months, or even the whole year. Thankfully, my blog is not very well publicized. So I'm sure any of you out there reading it won't know what in the whole wide teacup I am talking about. So be it.
Should I stay up really really late to wait for you? Should I get up in the middle of the night to look for you? Hmm. Scrap that last option. If I get caught I'd never be able to cover it up. And I really shouldn't be making this a habit.
But it's not enough. Really, it's not enough.
Since I'm pretty sure everyone thinks my blog's dead and buried and only the people I trust and like will be reading this, I'll just be really open about what I think here.
On a more unrelated note, something's been bugging me. All those bitchy, shallow, childish friends I know find guys whom they like and who like them back (with the exception of one friend who's good and kind and wise and doesn't deserve what all a certain idiot recently did to her). Is not having anyone interested in me a sign that I'm just not as bitchy or girly or shallow as them? Of course they've good attributes, these aforementioned females, but personally if my older brother ever went out with someone like any of them I'd start giving her the evil eye and scare her off the way I use my nice, cold, sharp tongue to tell any of the guys in class off when their idiocracy crosses the limit (which, thankfully, doesn't happen very often). And besides, it's not as if I'd want their boyfriends. I don't think I could ever fall in love with people like them. I don't really get what draws girls to them actually.
But I wonder, and I really really want to know, if not out of jealousy then out of sheer curiousity- what attracts these people to each other? I mean, all those guys are, well, all the same. What's so good about them? And all those girls, well, at a certain level, they're all the same too. I really wonder.
I also wonder, if I were to ask you this very moment, could you answer me honestly?
It doesn't matter, anyway. It would hardly change reality.
posted by munchkin @ 10:50 PM
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