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Here’s a tip: When it is below freezing and 4 AM, do not spend a great deal of time standing outside of a strip club with nothing but a thick, luxuRiant sweater on. You will probably catch your death of cold.
R.S.2 sent over well wishes and the most charming mail this morning, which is so far the only bright spot in a comedy of errors. Nyquil finally calmed my racking cough enough to let me sleep, and the cats were kind enough to warm my feet and chest. Unfortunately, I dropped off into such a deep, tired sleep that I woke up late for work. Then I got stuck behind three separate wrecks on the highway, so I was very late for work.
It’s all drawn out today. I don’t know what to say to Vampgrrl to counteract what supposedly happened Saturday night. I can’t tell her to grow a thicker skin; Lord knows that even though I may laugh about the scrapes I get myself in, sometimes the comments can sting. And it’s hard to feel as if you’re neither here nor there. She hasn’t said much about it at all; I don’t blame her. I simply don’t like her accusation that she was ignored and left alone when she was probably doted over more than most.
Ah, well. I fully admit that my persona, while alternately brazen and charming, is enough to turn heads. Josh made a good point when he said that can polarize people; even years ago I knew that was true.
“It wasn’t his wanting that got to me. That was nice, but not so rare in my life. Men see something in me, or something missing, that they like. It’s that he didn’t fight the feeling; a lot of time men want you and then they get mad about wanting you, whether they have you or not. “
I suppose she’s all right to be afraid of being no more than a face in the crowd. Funny enough, because I’m so often noticed, sometimes I simply want to blend in. What rankles so much about this situation is that she calls people unfriendly when she turned down many an overture of friendship.
There’s loads of bullshit about how people should accept you for who you are. Let’s dash a bit of reason onto that, shall we? If you abhor personal hygiene or like to put people down, don’t expect to make many friends. On a less extreme note, if people make an effort to talk to you