Quick note:
The other night I was at a party at my ex-girlfriend's apartment (long story, suffice it to say I didn't really want to be there and she knew it). When I left, a friend told me my ex said she was impressed that I actually showed up and even stayed for a while. Beyond proving that I'm an idiot by getting my hopes up for ten seconds, this statement caused the following reaction from me:
"People talk about me when I'm not around?" It had never before occurred to me that I even exist when I'm not there (sounds weird, kind of like that drunked musing, 'how do I know you're really real?'). It just goes to show how not self-conscious I am.
I also realised that when I look in the mirror, that's not me looking back at me. It's not an identity crisis thing, I just have no concept of what I look like.
I also use the word 'we' a lot, whenever possible. Maybe there's something wrong with my brain. I guess it's not terrible, but it would be interesting to know: Hi. I have ancestors from Transylvania, Romania; the part of my brain which controls my self-image is out of whack. What's your name?
Alright. This is clearly no longer a quick note, plus it's the sort of rambling you'd expect from a high or drunken fool, of which I am neither right now. Just a fool.
Goodnight everybody!
The other night I was at a party at my ex-girlfriend's apartment (long story, suffice it to say I didn't really want to be there and she knew it). When I left, a friend told me my ex said she was impressed that I actually showed up and even stayed for a while. Beyond proving that I'm an idiot by getting my hopes up for ten seconds, this statement caused the following reaction from me:
"People talk about me when I'm not around?" It had never before occurred to me that I even exist when I'm not there (sounds weird, kind of like that drunked musing, 'how do I know you're really real?'). It just goes to show how not self-conscious I am.
I also realised that when I look in the mirror, that's not me looking back at me. It's not an identity crisis thing, I just have no concept of what I look like.
I also use the word 'we' a lot, whenever possible. Maybe there's something wrong with my brain. I guess it's not terrible, but it would be interesting to know: Hi. I have ancestors from Transylvania, Romania; the part of my brain which controls my self-image is out of whack. What's your name?
Alright. This is clearly no longer a quick note, plus it's the sort of rambling you'd expect from a high or drunken fool, of which I am neither right now. Just a fool.
Goodnight everybody!
jayenh:
I so want to have sex with my ex. Bummer about the 3000 miles away part, and she is convinced that we have broken up. How do these things ever happen? ?!?