Thank goodness, it’s Friday

Thank goodness, it’s Friday. Thank goodness, no more train for a couple of days, no one ranting behind me on the bus, no pushing through crowded halls, and no more pretentious fashion–deep breath.

I’m home, and that’s good enough.

I wish I was wandering around and having fun wherever until the sun starts to come up again, whereupon me and whoever my companion was, would head to the closest thing suitable for sleeping, sleep for a few hours, and wake up and have a huge breakfast and plan for another awesome day of festivity. Fantasy, pure fantasy.

I don’t do such fun things, really.  I’m trying to see where my real life, with my other half is going. Lately, I’m just not feeling it. I’ve been pushing away, because I’m on the fence about us. It basically comes down to this being very bland and not fun even on a weekly basis. I don’t feel bad saying this because I can understand people can be boring on a day or two, I know that. But I’ve been monitoring this for a while now and we don’t even do anything together much. If I go out of state with him, it’s not so exciting beyond being somewhere else because it’s all about his relatives or friends each time. I have nothing against family and friends, but I feel there’s no point in me being there.

What else? Well, religion is an excuse not to see me at all really, and I respect people’s religious practices, but I don’t believe he’d show me the same tolerance during Lent, not that I go hardcore during Lent, but still.

My friend, who knows him, perhaps not quite as well as I, called me tonight. He told me we should hang out and that we need to talk about me and my guy, because “we both know it’s not going to work”.

I’m sick of people nosing around my business. I told him that’s not up for discussion. EVERYONE go ‘crach nya’r rass, it’s always people who have not the slightest bit of relationship telling me things. Why, oh, why?

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