It’s officially been spring for a long time but the weather has been less than exciting, but evermore unpredictable. We had snow flurries last week a few days after a heat wave a few weeks ago, so really I don’t know what to expect.
So as I look at this picture and the view outside I wonder, do I wear shorts, or do I bundle up because the weather can be very deceiving…
I can’t help thinking a few times in undetermined mounts of time if there is something wrong with me. Am I damaged goods? Have I lost all realistic functionality? Are my general expectations too high and am I doomed to suffer perpetually from them?
These are answers that, despite the self-searching, I’ve never been able to straighten out (along with countless others ones clearly), and clearly during the Springtime changes in the the weather and the flora and fauna, sends me back into the nostalgic moments of my naïve and fantasy-driven-childhood.
Words can not describe my distain for springtime hormonal antics of other people. People are getting married, engaged, in relationships, hooking up, moving in together, and whatever else.
I’m just minding my own business, when someone totally tries to pick me up out of nowhere. What do I do? Politely try to fend them off, as I clearly was not interested. What happend then, I clearly was guilted into giving them my number.
They progressed to send odd sms to me whilst I was trying to nap on my connecting bus, and low and behold they try to play all innocent “oh I didn’t want that, I just wanna hang out” and whatever and I so can not even believe that.
Okay I give them credit for having the nerve to do that, but seriously, I’m not approchable at all so why even bother? Only the desperate would come up to me to chat me up, after all.