Oh stop, I'm going weak at the knees.
I am not bitchy. Or at least I'm not supposed to be. Isn't it funny how in the span of one year how people view you can do a double flip and change totally. Apparently I've been reduced to an uninteresting, conventional, preppy bimbo(Also, neat-freak, bitchy, girly girl) I feel so one-dimensional, If I were a fictional character I wish I would just die so the story would be less stale. Is this what a rut feels like?
I'd rather go back to quirky, excessively hyper and well, interesting than just be passive. I feel like Gregor Samsa, trapped in a state he cannot stand, yet can do naught to reverse it. Sometimes I wish I could spend one day not talking about things I don't really care about, or pretending to want to talk about them, or that people would get my literary references and jokes like they used to but well you know, things change, shit happens, lifes a bitch. And this is just the hormones talking.
Of course I love my new friends, I would be miserable without them, it's just that sometimes I'm struck by how different things are. How they don't know me, how it's my fault. But sometimes, I wish.
I spoke to Joan recently which is always good, I didn't bother with the "Don't overwork yourself" comment, because she'd just ignore it. Also "Come home", or "Stay longer cause I don't want you on the same continent as me". It was the least offensive conversation I've had with her in 9 years, no one made sarcastic demeaning remarks about the others brain/abilities/ behavior, but probably only because there wasn't enough time. Have fun in England, don't faint from overwork, bring back Peacemaker Kurogane, see you in 5 months. Oh wait a minute, you won't read this.
Wow, what a complete waste of time. This is the most boring entry ever.
I'd rather go back to quirky, excessively hyper and well, interesting than just be passive. I feel like Gregor Samsa, trapped in a state he cannot stand, yet can do naught to reverse it. Sometimes I wish I could spend one day not talking about things I don't really care about, or pretending to want to talk about them, or that people would get my literary references and jokes like they used to but well you know, things change, shit happens, lifes a bitch. And this is just the hormones talking.
Of course I love my new friends, I would be miserable without them, it's just that sometimes I'm struck by how different things are. How they don't know me, how it's my fault. But sometimes, I wish.
I spoke to Joan recently which is always good, I didn't bother with the "Don't overwork yourself" comment, because she'd just ignore it. Also "Come home", or "Stay longer cause I don't want you on the same continent as me". It was the least offensive conversation I've had with her in 9 years, no one made sarcastic demeaning remarks about the others brain/abilities/ behavior, but probably only because there wasn't enough time. Have fun in England, don't faint from overwork, bring back Peacemaker Kurogane, see you in 5 months. Oh wait a minute, you won't read this.
Wow, what a complete waste of time. This is the most boring entry ever.
3 Comments:
u bitchy? perhaps it is d company u hv. Oops! In class, u r quite low profile so i hv no idea who u really are. Rem analysis on image? Maybe it is d image u r portraying or d people around u just stereotype. From ur blog, i think u r definitely not UNinteresting. In fact, quite cool to hang out with. Is Joan ur best friend/ sister? If sarcasm is ur way of showing concern, like me, let it rip. I don't really care if students call me a bitch. At least they get the hint. I use Skype to talk to my overseas friends.
If u want things to change, don't gripe. Think positive, it really works!
His Ms Ong, don't know whether I'm supposed to reply here or on your blog. Positive thinking is hard D: and I'm quite bad at it, because I'm tend to be overly neurotic and I like to think the worst so that when sometime good happens, I'm pleasantly surprised.
I think it's just the stereotyping thing, because honestly I doubt I've changed all that much so I suppose I just have to suck it up?
Joan is one of my close friends, but we pretend not to be friends because...I really don't know. But its fun.
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