Maybe it's because I have no one else I can really talk to, but I feel like I have to share some things. Even if it is just to my future self. I could never get it before, but I can actually see how people love just talking about their crap (even if it pretty much just them saying it).
A week ago I had almost given up on 'that girl'. In a way. But recently I heard something that completely twisted the game around. In the way most likely to be a joke, and least likely to be taken seriously, I was told she likes me. But hey, screw all the doubt, it is so fun to believe it. So I do, in a way, although only in my mind. It really is awesome sometimes to be a person. It might even be beneficial in some way, as I am more likely to let at least a little slip of how much I absolutely adore her. Now I am promising, that I will tell her how I feel. I am doubting I will do it, but I am promising it here. Please do it future self. You have 18 days to do something at least. Please.
Why don't I do anything? Perhaps it is time for some homebrand psychology. As far as I can see, there are 2 reasons I don't. The risk of being rejected is not worth the chance of 'winning' (what word is there in the English language, or otherwise, that describes what I want here?). Alternatively, there are some negatives associated with 'winning' that outweigh the positives. Although I cant quite see what these would be. So it must be the fear of rejection. The only problem with this is, last time I was in this situation, I got to the point the chance of rejection was minimised to 0 (as in mutual 'liking' (that is really a horrible word for what I want to say) was guaranteed) . But I still did nothing. Which indicated that there were some negatives associated with doing something that outweighed the positives in my mind. Have I changed all that much since then? I hope so. Oh Lord I hope so.
And I keep realising how damn creepy this would be for most others to read, let alone 'that girl' (I think saying her name once was enough really). I am playing this like a damn game. And the biggest problem with that is that I can always afford to lose a game, but not this chance.
But a life should always have secret plans. And one begins to form. Iptspgoatltm. You might want to check out ypwtkwtm if that means something to you.
Monday, November 3, 2008
More shite that I write for the sake of writing.
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