Possible Truths...Yuck
I feel...SICK. Like there's something nasty in me, and it's latched onto the insides of my body.
EWW...
Anyway, I was thinking about a conversation I had with someone last week. I'm kinda embarrassed to put who this person is since we've got some history, so let's just call them Drone. That sounds neutral, right? haha Anyway, so I was talking to Drone about this past summer and how I've made so many bad choices and how I realized that only one person bothered to tell me to stop. And Drone was like, "maybe you just needed to learn for yourself." WTHECK? Okay, maybe I did, I totally get that. But now I feel so guilty. Looking back, well, that's just it. Every time I try to look back on all the crap I did, my throat tightens, my chest gets heavy, and I lose all feeling in my fingers. Sounds like I'm having a heart attack or something doesn't it? Psh, you would too if you knew what happened to me this summer! I didn't even tell Drone everything, and Drone already was like, "you deserved it."
Okay, Drone didn't literally say that, but Drone doesn't read this so I can tell you what I really felt.
And you know how I blogged about not wanting kids or wanting to get married and stuff? Well, I tried to tell Drone. Uhm, let's just say they didn't see it the way I was seeing it. And let's also say that they "jumped the gun" because I didn't even get a chance to tell them everything. You see, when I mentioned that I wanted to stay single and not have kids, Drone totally flipped out like it was the Apocalypse or some really bad case of chicken pox. I tried to get Drone to understand, but then they went and said, "you're always so dramatic."
SAY WHAT?
Fine, I know I can be overly animated about something and exaggerate certain things and make situations bigger than they appear. I'm an actress. DEAL WITH IT. But when I'm actually being sincere about something, people STILL think I'm overreacting, and they try to squash me like a bug on a windshield.
So this is what I told Drone: "I hate it when people tell me that. I've thought about it and prayed about it. I'm really fine with it. It's okay."
Then, nothing. I didn't hear from Drone after that.
Man, all this reminiscing makes me hungry. Hope I didn't bore any of you! Well, I'll talk more about it later when I don't feel so gross. Have an awesome day =)
EWW...
Anyway, I was thinking about a conversation I had with someone last week. I'm kinda embarrassed to put who this person is since we've got some history, so let's just call them Drone. That sounds neutral, right? haha Anyway, so I was talking to Drone about this past summer and how I've made so many bad choices and how I realized that only one person bothered to tell me to stop. And Drone was like, "maybe you just needed to learn for yourself." WTHECK? Okay, maybe I did, I totally get that. But now I feel so guilty. Looking back, well, that's just it. Every time I try to look back on all the crap I did, my throat tightens, my chest gets heavy, and I lose all feeling in my fingers. Sounds like I'm having a heart attack or something doesn't it? Psh, you would too if you knew what happened to me this summer! I didn't even tell Drone everything, and Drone already was like, "you deserved it."
Okay, Drone didn't literally say that, but Drone doesn't read this so I can tell you what I really felt.
And you know how I blogged about not wanting kids or wanting to get married and stuff? Well, I tried to tell Drone. Uhm, let's just say they didn't see it the way I was seeing it. And let's also say that they "jumped the gun" because I didn't even get a chance to tell them everything. You see, when I mentioned that I wanted to stay single and not have kids, Drone totally flipped out like it was the Apocalypse or some really bad case of chicken pox. I tried to get Drone to understand, but then they went and said, "you're always so dramatic."
SAY WHAT?
Fine, I know I can be overly animated about something and exaggerate certain things and make situations bigger than they appear. I'm an actress. DEAL WITH IT. But when I'm actually being sincere about something, people STILL think I'm overreacting, and they try to squash me like a bug on a windshield.
So this is what I told Drone: "I hate it when people tell me that. I've thought about it and prayed about it. I'm really fine with it. It's okay."
Then, nothing. I didn't hear from Drone after that.
Man, all this reminiscing makes me hungry. Hope I didn't bore any of you! Well, I'll talk more about it later when I don't feel so gross. Have an awesome day =)