one thing you can't hide...
... is when you're crippled inside. yeah, good old john had a point there. what's it with some people anyways? since when do some people think it's acceptable to ignore e-mails or notes by the one that they claimed they love only weeks before? since when is "oh I'm only ever working and I only read my stuff once every month" a feasible excuse to be impolite? since when is it manly and mature to jump into every chance to work, just so ya don't have to make a decision about your life or just tell your insignificant other to fuck off. "oh, I'm never home, I work the whole week and on weekends, I do 2 other jobs". no, it's not about the money. it's about being a fecken' workaholic who can't sit still for a moment and who wouldn't have a minute for me anyways, so don't make me feel guilty for living so far away. I'm not some toy, dammit.
yeah, I know, I was trying to be all cool and understanding and accepting. well, trying isn't being, right? inhale 's gonna be alright, you know you can go through this exhale you'll be strong and you won't scream inhale and you won't lay down and cry, you'll persevere exhale you're a good person and it's too soon to give up on living inhale everything's gonna be alright, maybe not today and certainly not tomorrow, but it will exhale
in other news: people, if you ever by a shelf or a rack or anything that comes in parts that need to be assembled: look at the instruction papers once, look good, and then toss them away. that's what I did last weekend when setting up a big shelf. the "manual" was manure and it had the kind of mistake in it that made sure setting the damn thing up would be impossible a task. it had pictures and all and they'd put stickers on every part inside the package and still it was useless. but then I put the manual aside, thought things through and in 20 minutes, the damn shelf was set up, looked good, stood stable and is now home to a couple hundred CDs.
I also signed up for a rehab gym on monday night. friday afternoon, I'll have my first trainer appointment. once upon a time, not that many years ago, I used to go to said gym regularly. I had a sixpack. which is now a beer barrel. I want to change the status quo. maybe I can take all that pent-up anger and frustration and re-invest it into me-time.
at some stage during the last few years I allowed others to trample all over me. that's over. no more miss nice guy. I've had it to here with emotional cripples.
yeah, I know, I was trying to be all cool and understanding and accepting. well, trying isn't being, right? inhale 's gonna be alright, you know you can go through this exhale you'll be strong and you won't scream inhale and you won't lay down and cry, you'll persevere exhale you're a good person and it's too soon to give up on living inhale everything's gonna be alright, maybe not today and certainly not tomorrow, but it will exhale
in other news: people, if you ever by a shelf or a rack or anything that comes in parts that need to be assembled: look at the instruction papers once, look good, and then toss them away. that's what I did last weekend when setting up a big shelf. the "manual" was manure and it had the kind of mistake in it that made sure setting the damn thing up would be impossible a task. it had pictures and all and they'd put stickers on every part inside the package and still it was useless. but then I put the manual aside, thought things through and in 20 minutes, the damn shelf was set up, looked good, stood stable and is now home to a couple hundred CDs.
I also signed up for a rehab gym on monday night. friday afternoon, I'll have my first trainer appointment. once upon a time, not that many years ago, I used to go to said gym regularly. I had a sixpack. which is now a beer barrel. I want to change the status quo. maybe I can take all that pent-up anger and frustration and re-invest it into me-time.
at some stage during the last few years I allowed others to trample all over me. that's over. no more miss nice guy. I've had it to here with emotional cripples.
posted by daria l'orange at 11:20 pm
1 Comments:
try being inaccessible for a couple of weeks. that'll teach him.
i am with you on the gym thing. plus, good looking people (not always very witty though) frequent gyms.
xx
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