You know I had some crazy ideals back when I was a young girl (but not too young or that would be creepy). I made the naive decision that I would never fake it. That in this one thing I would be honest. If I was feeling it then yes I would show it. And if not then I wouldn't. And to this decision I stayed true, for a while, much to the chagrin of the boyfriend. But you see I didn't imagine when I made the decision that I would ever become bored. I couldn't imagine becoming bored. In fact I remember the very first time I went against that decision. It was one of the most depressing moments of my dreary life.
Now maybe when I came online last night I shouldn't have responded to 'how are you and your vagina?' but you see I took it as a kickstart to the block that threatens my fingers and I've been ignoring by doodling nonsense these past few days. Time to test my vocabulary! They used to say I had eaten a dictionary, so time to showcase my thesaurus abilities. Though in truth all I did was not sign out and give vague indication that I was still sitting here. It is so very easy to be worshipped if you build the pedestal yourself. It was only when I finally left and my phone buzzed with the words "Did u?" that I remembered my decision. But I didn't send the No I typed out. I turned my phone off and watched a film instead.
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