The cat is sitting on the printer and driving me nuts. If I don't pay attention to his wailing
he'll come by and sock me in the face. He's tried a couple of times.Now he's in fron t of the keeyboard and it's kind of hard to type with one hand. Friggin' cat.
I realised today that I have a pretty high bastard tolerance (sorry dudes, it slipped). I don't mind having converations with jerks and many a time, I've convinced them we're friends. I remember when Mark Schulz fancied himself my pal when I met him again in crazy school. It wasn't that I was particularly nice to him--when he asked me if I hated him I replied with a long silence--I just didn't get defensive when he said something terrible. I was okay with being a doormat and for him, I guess, that was a good quality in a friend. What a contemptible kid.
What I can't stand is clinginess, which is kind of sad. Clingy people are usually a lot kinder than jerks. I think that's why I suck at talking to my pals in Summerstock. I don't want to be thought of as "clingy".
Man, what a bad update.
5 comments:
I agree.
I'm better with bastards than clingy people :)
Me too...I think it is mostly, that the clingly ones usually look up to you, and the pressure of having to be a role model, and pretend you don't make any mistakes is rather tiresome, and fairly pointless...unless you are the clingy person, who's compact picture of your perfection would be shattered, and they'd end their lives in a horrible manner, such as drowning themselves in the ball pit of McDonald's because there just wouldn't be any point in living anymore. In which case, you would be forced to go to their funeral (even if you couldn't stand them) because you were indirectly the cause of their death. You wouldn't even be able to eat the cookies and drink refreshments afterwards, because you would feel too bad that your downfall caused the horrible fatality. You would then never be able to eat a burger again, or play in ball parks, which would be so tragic. Because you know...ball parks are just the best place to be. Who wouldn't want to be in a place where you can jump around in millions of colourful balls, litres and litres of infants' urine, and squished french fries? I know I would! If that happened to you, you would have to go and have a shower after all that fun, and after the shower, dry off, and blowdry your hair, but your blowdryer would explode into flame, insinerating your gorgeous locks, and causing a mental breakdown. You would then have to go wig shopping, and hopefully find something that doesn't look like a poodle caught in an office fan. After ALL of this, you'd probably want to go for some hot chocolate, so you go, and get some from Starbucks only to find that you don't have enough money. So you go to Denny's and get some hot chocolate. Unfortunatly the woman working there would take offence to your presence and spit in your drink, cause major food poisening. You would have to go to the hospital, but you'd get better. Afterwards, realizing that you hadn't been studying for your exam that was the next day (kind of like me) and if you had only been studying alone in your room, and not hanging out with the clingy person, none of this would have happened. You would then go back to McDonald's depite the bad psychological connections there, and drown yourself in the puddle of pee in one of the tubes in the playplace that none of the janitors had bothered cleaning yet.
The End.
I hope you like this...this was a story borne on the winds of deathly fatigue, stress due to finals (anatomy tomorrow) and...Kesinee's regularly vomiting brain!
Love you...sorry it was so long!
Mouse
heh...wow...so now I am full of sleep, and remember what ELSE I was going to say. Nomad, you are not clingly, nor have you been thought of as clingy. I love you, we love you, Summerstock loves you, you are full of love!
Kes
I think i am equally crappy with both. They both male me insecure and uncomfortable in different ways. I don't disriminate. AAHAHAHA.
Yeah, Nomad does not ever equal clingy. Ever. I think that it's kind of hard (read: impossible) for people with any degree of self-awareness (of which you have great amounts) to be clingy. As well, you're only considered 'clingy' if you hang around people lots when they don't want you there; hanging around with people in itself does not constitute 'clingy'. And I know that people lurves you, so you hanging around with them is a pleasant rather than annoying experience.
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