We are all a little narcissist at time. Even when our life is a rut we love to tell others our stories. We like people to know about us. Even it is a bit or even if our life is just ordinary. We like people to accept us. We want people to accept us. We want people to accept the good and even more so, the bad. This is my story. My life. My reason. My emotion. This is all my grief and laughter. My Pain and my Joy. This is me.
Wednesday, August 11, 2010
Where are we at ?
I met a new girl yesterday for lunch. Everything went relatively well. We talk some, we laughed some, we banter a bit. Overall i found her rather curious. But i couldn't catch the idea of rushing. Her idea was that she is a very busy women that is rushing all the time and she doing an important job. It felt off. It felt she was trying one-up-man/women-ship-ing-me. Which i won't be too bothered. Even if that who she is, it felt i won't like her in the end. But i am a curious bunny. Shall see if i would go out again with her.
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