I've posted it before
because it comes up so often
I never have anything to say
Sometimes I think it might be that I don't find anything to be of great importance.
Like, I was thinking about how much I dislike being a girl sometimes and I tried to think of reasons why I do like being a girl all those other times so that if I ever spurted out, "I hate being a girl sometimes", people wouldn't think I've contemplated changing my sex or that I'm just plain miserable at all possible times. But, I couldn't find anything that was worth getting excited over.
Maybe, I take things for granted sometimes. I don't know.
I just don't find myself jumping up for joy every morning over my own set of breasts and ovaries.
Like sure, it's great having them, but what else would I be?
Nothing better, boys have their downfalls too.
Maybe, my standards are too high, but then again- what's the point of having your own set of standards in this... this
I can't even begin to describe the quagmire we try to pass off as standards in this world.
However, then I realize I just contradict myself because life does entertain me.
It is sometimes pleasurable and welcoming.
But, since I'm ungrateful and my standards are too high.... those moments in life are few.
Hence my sighing....
This is all self-induced, you know.
For obviously, I know.
And I haven't done much about it.
(I am also a procrastinator.)
Oh well...::sigh::....
because it comes up so often
I never have anything to say
Sometimes I think it might be that I don't find anything to be of great importance.
Like, I was thinking about how much I dislike being a girl sometimes and I tried to think of reasons why I do like being a girl all those other times so that if I ever spurted out, "I hate being a girl sometimes", people wouldn't think I've contemplated changing my sex or that I'm just plain miserable at all possible times. But, I couldn't find anything that was worth getting excited over.
Maybe, I take things for granted sometimes. I don't know.
I just don't find myself jumping up for joy every morning over my own set of breasts and ovaries.
Like sure, it's great having them, but what else would I be?
Nothing better, boys have their downfalls too.
Maybe, my standards are too high, but then again- what's the point of having your own set of standards in this... this
I can't even begin to describe the quagmire we try to pass off as standards in this world.
However, then I realize I just contradict myself because life does entertain me.
It is sometimes pleasurable and welcoming.
But, since I'm ungrateful and my standards are too high.... those moments in life are few.
Hence my sighing....
This is all self-induced, you know.
For obviously, I know.
And I haven't done much about it.
(I am also a procrastinator.)
Oh well...::sigh::....
Example, my friends don't mind women with a little extra pudge on them, but me I have to have a skinny girl. Not because their is really anything wrong with pudgy girls, just that I find them unattractive. I could go out dating pudgy girl, but I would be completely miserable and bored out of my wits. But my friends still riddicule me over it. Telling em my standards are too high, BLAH BLAH BLAH!!!