For those people deeply entrenched in some political/religious/social idealogy: If your way is the only correct one, what do you have to fear from other ideas?
I don't know if it's because I have spent the last week surrounded by estrogen, but I really want to have sex.
I miss my best friend, S, who lives in New Orleans.
Does it say something about me that almost all of my friends are women?
Why is it that the only three places I seem to have any confidence are the theatre (ie at work), the kitchen, and in bed (and I don't mean alone)?
I am incredibly self concious about my writing these days, which is odd, because I am not a writer, and have never pretended to be. Maybe I just feel I should be able to communicate better.
I am glad the director of Steel Magnolias and I have become friends. Of course, she is a woman.
Going back to the friends being women part, I actually only have two close friends who are heterosexual men. Does this seem odd? My mother thinks so.
I wish I could figure out some way for my brother and I to be friends.
My niece is graduating from high school today. I cannot possibly be old enough to have a niece graduating from high school.
Should I start a politics only blog?
I feel much less lonely now than I did three months ago. I have been blogging about that amount of time. Some correlation?
There is a line from Steel Magnolias to fit every occasion.
We keep looking for easy solutions to the world's problems. There aren't any. Get over it. The solutions are difficult and require everyone to sacrifice a little for the greater good. Anyone who says otherwise is selling something.
Not wanting children is not a disease. I don't need to be talked into the idea of being a parent. I don't want to be one. Deal with it.
I want to make out more than I want sex.
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