Choose Your Own Adventure

Steve and I were talking today about "my book." He swears that if I never write it he's going to... but he's not ready to get started on it because he's not quite sure how it ends. After all, I'm still alive. I haven't come to any point in my life that would be a wonderful ending for a book. ("College student stays lost in the confusing world of men, household politics, and GPAs?") I don't plan on having a wonderful religious experience that would change my life around drastically and make me become a nun. (At first I pretended to be a good Catholic girl, then I stopped pretending and just wasn't... now I'm the best Catholic girl there is... a nun?) And I'm not quite sure ending with a happy ever after marriage would be justifiable. (Finally, the 27th guy college girl meets ends up being "THE ONE" and she stays faithful to him and gives up her lifestyle of hit-and-go men...?) Not to mention ending with what realistically could be my future. (College girl gets into grad school with a full ride because of her dedication to her GPA, studies very hard for years having no life at all, graduates, gets her doctorate, and realizes she doesn't feel like being a shrink anymore... and needs one herself...?)

So I guess in the end if "My Book" gets written it will have to be a "Choose Your Own Adventure Book." Perhaps I should have some guest authors write in what they would choose to be "the ending." (She ends up coming over at eleven every weeknight just to cook dinner for me...?)

A. The End.

B. To Be Continued...

C. Give up already.

Chapstick

I've been thinking lately about appearances. Not exactly how we look physically, but how we present ourselves.

Does anyone really know who we are?

Women at the bookstore think I'm the baby's mother.

My roommates think I'm a soccer mom.

Professors think that I pay attention and I'm a good student.

I don't know why this is bothering me really. It just is. Who am I? Will anyone really know who I am?

More on this later.

Re-write

There's a difference between being honest and using honesty to deliberately hurt someone.

Just to clarify.

Gee, Thanks.

Don't be nice. Be honest.

That's my advice for the day. I'm tired of people being nice, pretending they agree when the really don't... saying things they don't mean just so they don't hurt my feelings.

I feel like I'm being nice right now. How about I try that honesty thing.

Shut the fuck up if you're not going to be honest with me. It will make my life easier, and then you won't have to hear me whine.

Thank you, and have a nice day.