Now, I've been "enjoying", most of the time, the single life for seven months. I think that's pretty good considering the last time I was single since I was 16 was for three months. I used to joke with Jon and Ben when we got back to school that if Greg hooked up with anyone before I did, besides his jailbait internet girlfriend, that the world would come to an end. Well, as of last night, the world is officially ending.
I feel like I'm forever caught in the the snare of "Nice guys finish last." I'm the nice guy, only not so much a guy as I am a chick. I watched a guy last year that I was aboslutely crazy about start dating a girl who ended up hurting him very much in the end because she is very nieve, and immotionally immature, all because I was in a relationship I was unhappy with but was afraid to end. I have now seen that same guy start dating a girl who makes a sport out of leading people on (I can name four in the last 2 years that I know personally). And now, here's Greg. Fugly, dense, depressio Greg with a girl friend, and what have I got to show for it? Not even a glance in my direction.
I almost feel banned from the tree house, and I think back to those two days at Michele's when Patrick made me feel so inhuman and so undesirable and ugly, I could have cried. I'm none of those things. I think I'm at least attractive, if not kind of pretty, and I'm certainly sensitive to other people's feelings and emotionally/mentally stable. While I do feel a little sorry for myself, I am suprememly pissed! Where's my good karma, damn it? When is it Nessa's turn?
I guess I can't have it all. I had a great long weekend at home. I worked Friday night, avoided a crisis, and saw a ghost all in the span of 5.5 hours. Yesterday Daddy took me out to the lighthouse to get some pictures; the winds were 60 km/hour, gusting to 80 km, so it made for some great shots!
Pics from the lighthouse:
And for shits and giggles, me:
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Ok, enough of Kelly's sad, pathetic trip.
It's the Puss in Boobs! You do look pretty good, and I don't mean to just flatter you or make you feel better after that spiel. I'll just be straight up with you: theres nothing wrong with being modestly attractive. It's actually rather admirable. Let's face it, and it's hard to be modestly attractive, am I right? Of course I am.
...yeah, ok, I guess I am done.