Pay attention, I'm going to make this as vague as I can.
I think I might be getting myself into trouble again. But I'm not entirely sure.
Don't worry if you can't follow, this is purely self serving, I just have to get my thoughts down somewhere. Then I can review them at my leisure, just to check if I'm actually making sense.
Ah well, three more weeks and I'm taking a wee sojourn to NSW to spend christmas with my parents and sister. Plenty of time to ponder things in the old home town I suppose. As much as I used to complain about living in a small country town before I moved to Brisbane, I really do enjoy going home now. For one thing, it's gets dark there. You can actually see the stars, not some awful orange glow of perpetual twilight. And, it's quiet.
Don't get me wrong, I love living in Brisbane, but at times I just need to get the fuck out.
There is an ulterior motive to this blog. I read an interesting blog by a young lady a few minutes ago and it made me nostalgic. Weird I know. She talked about always being seen as the "mate" or "one of the guys" and never as one of the "girly-girls" that supposedly guys like to date.
I had a friend in high school, I guess technically we're still friends now, all though I hardly think that speaking maybe four times a year is deemed a friendship these days. And she was the type of girl this young lady described herself as. "One of the guys," liked the jeans and t-shirt get up but also liked to look pretty, drinking beer, dick jokes, dirty hands and so on. We literally used to hang out all the time. At our peak we even used to finish each others sentences and freak my mother out.
Eventually I started to fall for her, but not before making some horrendous relationship choices which ultimately resulted in me pushing her away. I don't think she's ever forgiven me for that. I have tried to bring up the topic of us maybe dating, only to be shot down with the "I don't want to ruin nine years of friendship" defence. So now like I've mentioned, we hardly ever talk. Unrequitedness is an awful thing.
Generally I try to keep this shit under wraps, but every so often something will set me off y'know. So gents, a word of advice, keep your eyes open because you ideal girl may literally be right under your nose.
Not to end on a serious note though, here is a paraphrased quote from Metalocalypse:
"I founds a cat, he's a reals cool cat, but he has a little cough."
I think I might be getting myself into trouble again. But I'm not entirely sure.
Don't worry if you can't follow, this is purely self serving, I just have to get my thoughts down somewhere. Then I can review them at my leisure, just to check if I'm actually making sense.
Ah well, three more weeks and I'm taking a wee sojourn to NSW to spend christmas with my parents and sister. Plenty of time to ponder things in the old home town I suppose. As much as I used to complain about living in a small country town before I moved to Brisbane, I really do enjoy going home now. For one thing, it's gets dark there. You can actually see the stars, not some awful orange glow of perpetual twilight. And, it's quiet.
Don't get me wrong, I love living in Brisbane, but at times I just need to get the fuck out.
There is an ulterior motive to this blog. I read an interesting blog by a young lady a few minutes ago and it made me nostalgic. Weird I know. She talked about always being seen as the "mate" or "one of the guys" and never as one of the "girly-girls" that supposedly guys like to date.
I had a friend in high school, I guess technically we're still friends now, all though I hardly think that speaking maybe four times a year is deemed a friendship these days. And she was the type of girl this young lady described herself as. "One of the guys," liked the jeans and t-shirt get up but also liked to look pretty, drinking beer, dick jokes, dirty hands and so on. We literally used to hang out all the time. At our peak we even used to finish each others sentences and freak my mother out.
Eventually I started to fall for her, but not before making some horrendous relationship choices which ultimately resulted in me pushing her away. I don't think she's ever forgiven me for that. I have tried to bring up the topic of us maybe dating, only to be shot down with the "I don't want to ruin nine years of friendship" defence. So now like I've mentioned, we hardly ever talk. Unrequitedness is an awful thing.
Generally I try to keep this shit under wraps, but every so often something will set me off y'know. So gents, a word of advice, keep your eyes open because you ideal girl may literally be right under your nose.
Not to end on a serious note though, here is a paraphrased quote from Metalocalypse:
"I founds a cat, he's a reals cool cat, but he has a little cough."
tahliana:
Hear Hear 
zombienik_o:
...in a backward kinda way, its nice to hear that it doesn't just happen to us girls...ya know what i mean? tho its never a nice feeling knowing you let someone slip through your fingers. thanks for the add... hope the nostalgia wasn't too hard on you. nn.xx