you're on the bus.
I'm on a bus?
yeah, gosh. don't you ever pay attention. you've been on the bus for two hours.
what! so wait, how do you get on a bus?
you're kidding. you f**king walk on.
do i just oh walk on! that makes sense now. this is a small bus.
yeah, just you on it.
Tuesday, May 25, 2010
Sunday, May 2, 2010
letter to her self
My Dearest,
Remember how you thought everything would be settled by the time you turned twenty-five? You thought you'd have a career, maybe a husband and a cat.
Well, you're twenty-seven now, broke, jobless, practically homeless, unfocused no closer to a cat or career than the day you thought twenty-five was adult and settled. Since then, I think you were eight, you did get a degree and work for a while but you haven't had a steady job in a year and a half and you haven't even applied because you have no clue what you want. It's all very hard on you. You have a hard time understanding how other people figure out what they want. You've read some books about famous people and most of them know they want to be famous. You don't particularly want fame but are tormented by the thought of being unknown.
It's occurred to you to ask for help. All the advice you've gotten hasn't stuck it's generic and sounds like painful work. You are a creature who craves comfort.
By the way you've had very little contact with the "outside world" which makes the asking for help harder doesn't it?
Remember how you thought everything would be settled by the time you turned twenty-five? You thought you'd have a career, maybe a husband and a cat.
Well, you're twenty-seven now, broke, jobless, practically homeless, unfocused no closer to a cat or career than the day you thought twenty-five was adult and settled. Since then, I think you were eight, you did get a degree and work for a while but you haven't had a steady job in a year and a half and you haven't even applied because you have no clue what you want. It's all very hard on you. You have a hard time understanding how other people figure out what they want. You've read some books about famous people and most of them know they want to be famous. You don't particularly want fame but are tormented by the thought of being unknown.
It's occurred to you to ask for help. All the advice you've gotten hasn't stuck it's generic and sounds like painful work. You are a creature who craves comfort.
By the way you've had very little contact with the "outside world" which makes the asking for help harder doesn't it?
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