okay, so I think maybe I have a problem that most people think they'd love to have. I sound so damn full of myself when I say this, but I'm starting to believe it. I'm not becoming conceited or self-important. It just bugs the buh-geez-uhs out of me.
I have a problem with people being [madly?] in love with me. And me not having a damn fucking clue.
You would think this would be a fab problem to have, but it is actually kind of tiresome and difficult. Like how Jeff (my work friend from whom I am currently renting a room) let me know that one of our mutual friends is crazy about me. And there have been many many others in the past too. More than I care to recall.
I sound like a horrible person.
I sound pretentious.
I sound absurdly full of myself.
I'm damn cool, but not cool enough to find out that yet another friend (totally almost typed fiend instead...) has a thing for me. It's too much. Too, too much.
It's not that I think I'm worthy. I just kind of feel a little stupid for not catching on more quickly.
Interesting reading? I thought not. But it's so ironic that soon-to-be-divorced li'l-ol'-me has people falling for her *out the wazoo" while single attractive friends of mine couldn't get a date to save their lives. What gives? Irony is a mean, mean monster.
goodnight.
sorry for ranting.
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