Things I’m tired of
- Having to use uncomfortable, understuffed couches from multiple decades ago because I can’t afford grown-up furniture
- Feeling unmotivated
- Wondering why I don’t write
- Procrastinating
- Cat hair fucking everywhere
- Hearing excuses from people
- Not feeling attractive
- Avoiding taking dance classes because I think I’m too fat to be accepted
- Sitting around waiting for something to happen
- Worrying about money
- Not feeling like I’m engaged enough in life
- Sushi. I’ll still eat it, but the novelty is completely gone. I’ve tried pretty much everything.
- Feeling guilty that I don’t want to be in a relationship while wanting love and affection and sex
- Hair maintenance
- Skin breakouts
- Not having enough money or time to myself
- Attracting (active) (unconcerned) addicts
- Secrets
- Weighing myself
- Feeling detatched
- Feeling like all men are untrustworthy and eventually show their true colors
- Work
How about you?
Posted by dea on Aug 11, 2008 in um...stuff ·
I’m tried of giving people second chances
I’m tired of thinking I’ve finally got things right only to be let down again almost immediately
and I’m tired of trusting men only for them to prove me wrong
and also 14, 15, 18 and 19 (among others) from your list
Oh boy, really?! You want me to moan! Fantastic. Okay, here goes:
I’m tired of worrying that a cup of tea might push me over the edge. I *love* tea and it’s not fair.
I’m tired of freaking out every time I deal with authority/legal/statutory bodies. Really, I have a terrible Kafka-esque paranoia that twists me up in knots.
I’m tired of searching and searching for somewhere to live, because -
I’m tired of boy racers, car alarms, hoodlums, traffic, and screaming kids
I’m tired of writing stuff that veers ever so close to what I meant to write, yet doesn’t quite ever cut to the heart of the matter.
I’m tired of my neurosis.
but also, I’d like to say what I’m heartened by -
I’m delighted by the conversation I had with a woman at the Buddhist temple.
I’m thrilled that the grass is growing back a lush green.
I’m happy that I am writing and enjoying it.
I am in love with the cornflower blue paint.
I am sold on Thai fishcakes with hot sweet dipping sauce.
I’m grateful for the few wonderful people that I am close to.
And also, lately, I’m excited by a sniff of a certain possibility in the air. Not quite change, but the promise of change. A glimmer, even. It’s enough for me!
PS - number 9? Oh god yes.
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