Me on friends....

I have a history of being clingy. I am so entranced by new friendships that I strangle the life out of them. Like a small girl with a new puppy, you've seen the images....puppy hanging, gasping, from the girl's grasp as she hangs it from it's neck. That's me. I need help to get over this intensity!

What is age anyway?

I don't feel my age. I don't even know if I act it. I mean, my birthday is fast approaching and these are the sorts of things one thinks about when that time comes around....[which it does far too god damn quickly lately!].

What IS age? A number. Yet a number which seems to imply so much.....let us assume one is asked "How old are you?" and from the information given the questioner can assume so many things about the person they have asked. What point in their life they 'should' be at, whether or not they are married, have children, have a career, own a home......

Maybe I am one of those rebellious people.....perhaps harking back to my antagonistic youth....but I say screw numbers! Screw implications! What if I FEEL 23? What if I act 16? What if I am 41?

Does it [should it] matter?

Money!

So poor! It's awful to be at this point, and at my age! God! But on the upside, I have a new friend and have reconnected with an old one....so at least I have someone to talk about it with.

And we washed the cat, so that was amusing for a while.

What do you do about poverty, I wonder? There's the never ending cycle of needing to spend money on those boring necessary things but also needing the comfort of things that aren't strictly necessary to make life bearable. Ah well.....

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This is moi. I am snooty. But not in a BAD way. :)


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