Edward Cullen says to Bella. I am already gagging over my insertion of their sappy, illegitimate bread-pudding-lust-slash-vampire-love names when, for some reason, the pit opens up and I'm in the meadow again.
And this time I'm freaking out because I think, surely I will never fall in love. I'm too self conscious. Or self-aware. Whatever you want to call me. And sometimes, on a particularly bad day, I think I have too many things to hide. Or rather, too many things to reveal to someone later. There are so many skeletons in my closet, and reasons why I am the way I am, that there is NO way anyone (friend, soulmate, what have you) in their right mind would sit there and respond with an, "I don't care. I still want you. You are what I want." You know, regardless of laborious accessories.
Because I do come with a cute pink Barbie purse full of guilt and the occasional twinge of self-loathing. I even have my own removable coat of fear! Perfect for a night on the town with Ken! What a fashionable girl I am!
I make this shit look good.
Now. If only I could buy into Trust-time Barbie instead of Rush-into-things Barbie, maybe my accessories would become a little less hard to carry around. Because, you know, I hear Trust-time Barbie is so much fun that you can actually lose your accessories and still have oodles of fun with her.
Yes. I did say oodles.
4 comments:
I really don't think it's your place to evaluate whether or not someone will or will not say "I don't care. I still want you. You are what I want." This kind of overly dramatic reasoning is what hinders/ruins relationships. Finding the right person is about finding someone who you can tell the entire truth to and vice versa. Quit worrying about your accessories because they're old and possibly out of style. You can buy some more fashionable ones later or just dump your accessories. Well, the coat of fear looks comfortable and classy... Mine is a leather trenchcoat.
I don't mean to sound harsh, but I had a relationship end partially because someone took away my right/chance to choose what did or didn't bother me. Trust me when I say it was confusedly infuriatingto be the person told that they couldn't/woudln't be able to handle something when, in fact,they could.
Geez, Wes. I'm glad you've got it all figured out.
I'm getting my show next summer. It comes on right after the Daily Show and before The Colbert Report. ;)
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