lololol, I just reread that last post. I find myself quite funny when I'm pissed. No wonder no one takes me seriously.
I've been kind of sad lately, er rather, disappointed with life. It's just hitting me that there's really no way to live out a fairy tale fantasy, something like The Neverending Story with purple sunsets in the middle of orange deserts, or a child's nursery rhyme filled with whispers of hidden wolves in the woods, princess gowns, gingerbread houses with edible roofs, trees that talk, ponds that sing; fantasy filled with fright, but the kind of fright that exhilarates you. I wish I could live a life like a surreal painting. I want to go on an adventure across dimensions, fall into an alternate universe.
I'm also disappointed in males.
I feel like I'll never find "the perfect guy". It's like...I just have this overwhelming feeling that all men are either sex-crazed, predatorial, retarded, and immature OR dweeby, unsentimental, logistical, and...ugh. I just feel like I'll never find a guy who's on my level, who I can connect with. Well, I know there are SOME, but they aren't interested in me! :( I want to crawl into a cave and be a hermit forever.
AND
yesterday before I went to work, I went to the park for a run.
This guy, probably in his late 20's-early 30's, kept following me around and finally walked up to me and started chatting it up. He was a total bro, with a surfer-douche edge to top it off. Our conversation:
Him: Hey, warmin' up for the season?
Me: No, just running.
Him: Oh, well I'm trying to start running regularly.
Me: *silence*
Him: So, you live around here?
Me: No.
Him: Well, what's your name? I'm Dave, by the way.
Me: Emily Elizabeth.
Him: Oh, uh, cool name. So, are you currently dating anyone?
Me: Yes.
Him: Oh...for how long?
Me: 6 months.
Him: WOW, that's uh..that's a long time. Well the reason I ask is because I think you're really attractive.
Me: Uh, thanks.
Him: Well, I've got these concert tickets and no one to go with...
Me: Hm. Well, good luck, I've got to get going. *runs away to car*
UGH WHAT THE HELL. What is with these creeps? I can't even go for a jog in a park without being accosted. GRAHERRBJBFASJF.
I've been kind of sad lately, er rather, disappointed with life. It's just hitting me that there's really no way to live out a fairy tale fantasy, something like The Neverending Story with purple sunsets in the middle of orange deserts, or a child's nursery rhyme filled with whispers of hidden wolves in the woods, princess gowns, gingerbread houses with edible roofs, trees that talk, ponds that sing; fantasy filled with fright, but the kind of fright that exhilarates you. I wish I could live a life like a surreal painting. I want to go on an adventure across dimensions, fall into an alternate universe.
I'm also disappointed in males.
I feel like I'll never find "the perfect guy". It's like...I just have this overwhelming feeling that all men are either sex-crazed, predatorial, retarded, and immature OR dweeby, unsentimental, logistical, and...ugh. I just feel like I'll never find a guy who's on my level, who I can connect with. Well, I know there are SOME, but they aren't interested in me! :( I want to crawl into a cave and be a hermit forever.
AND
yesterday before I went to work, I went to the park for a run.
This guy, probably in his late 20's-early 30's, kept following me around and finally walked up to me and started chatting it up. He was a total bro, with a surfer-douche edge to top it off. Our conversation:
Him: Hey, warmin' up for the season?
Me: No, just running.
Him: Oh, well I'm trying to start running regularly.
Me: *silence*
Him: So, you live around here?
Me: No.
Him: Well, what's your name? I'm Dave, by the way.
Me: Emily Elizabeth.
Him: Oh, uh, cool name. So, are you currently dating anyone?
Me: Yes.
Him: Oh...for how long?
Me: 6 months.
Him: WOW, that's uh..that's a long time. Well the reason I ask is because I think you're really attractive.
Me: Uh, thanks.
Him: Well, I've got these concert tickets and no one to go with...
Me: Hm. Well, good luck, I've got to get going. *runs away to car*
UGH WHAT THE HELL. What is with these creeps? I can't even go for a jog in a park without being accosted. GRAHERRBJBFASJF.
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