He told me what I did was sweet. I panicked. I panicked because I knew that would be enough to make me blush. Never did I think what I was doing would be interpreted as sweet. But hearing that from him gave me butterflies.
I hate this feeling of infatuation and lust. What I’m feeling is so foreign and wild, I don’t know how to control it. Perhaps in another life.
I’m pissed. Remember this feeling. Remember because this feeling will drive change. And you need change.
I’ve been complaining about how my work operates and, quite frankly, the petty Shit that occurs daily. Today I had an epiphany. Complaining about the game won’t change anything. Either I suck it up and go along with it (which, I think most people do) or I change the game. Would you agree that it’s time for a change? Afterall, the winds of change are blowing. Time to set sail.
- Me: Look, it's a cat.
- Boy: Oh, I though it was a branch. Like that.
- Me: That's a [dead] bird.
- Boy: Oh...
"You’re gonna eat it and you’ll be so happy because its what you wanted. And then you’ll start crying because it’s so disgusting "
Perfect. I needed this.
The conflict of wanting to go out to socialize but also not wanting to out because fuck socializing. I would always wonder what if, though.