It’s Valentines Day and I was thinking about it in my bemused and frazzled state of mind whilst waiting tables of happy couples. I can’t do relationships because they scare me. But at least I am upfront about it. I can’t do relationships because whenever a guy gets close to me who meets my admittedly high standards, he turns out to be a total skeez or potential rapist. Whenever I think something might actually get off the ground (even by a little bit) one of three things will happen.
Musings of a late-night cold patient on deep topics
Today whilst melting listlessly into the couch cushions amidst boxes of tissues and TV remotes, my idle attention was brought upon a Facebook status from an acquaintance of mine. I can’t really say we were close, but we rode the same bus my junior year going home and she was a chatty thing to say the least. She graduated last year, and after that her Facebook posts danced past my attention span with ease, for the most part. Well, today she posted something that appeared on the top of my feed and dragged my attention out of its mulled over state of lethargy.