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*expresses dislike of mother's boyfriend/friend/whatever*
in my house.
in my house.
blame this on a day with little to no food and yet no desire to eat any. but have been rereading random chapters of IOS and listening to badly idealistic teenage love songs singing of understanding and was curious as to who actually feels comfortable sharing everything and that includes your deepest, weirdest, thoughts with someone else? does anyone actually do that? has that ever happened? because in my experience, it goes down like this, with friend or with romance or whatever--my appearance of distance is intriguing. people expresses desire to be friends or just close, and ask things. we become friends or closer than that, and then at some point, there is a polite but serious line drawn. as in. you have shared too much, or i am not remotely interested in hearing about that part of you. which the person may or may not realize they are doing, but is pretty consistent behavior. and then i, in response, distance myself, and there are hurt feelings all around.
i suppose specifically i mean where my writing/slash/interests/perversions lay. those seem to cause the most problems. i don't demand people read slash, or even that they read my slash. but my writing is a pretty major part of me, and to have people just not give a crap about it says they don't give a crap about me, or is that too extreme? recently someone who claims to be my best friend said that she would never read my LJ because there are things about me she just doesn't need to know. is that normal? because i honestly have no idea. unfortunately, i operate on logic. and logic suggests that either every person i meet is screwed up, or that, more likely, i am. so i would just like to know. how pathetic of me.
i want a drink. and i must attend a party tonight. sigh.
i suppose specifically i mean where my writing/slash/interests/perversions lay. those seem to cause the most problems. i don't demand people read slash, or even that they read my slash. but my writing is a pretty major part of me, and to have people just not give a crap about it says they don't give a crap about me, or is that too extreme? recently someone who claims to be my best friend said that she would never read my LJ because there are things about me she just doesn't need to know. is that normal? because i honestly have no idea. unfortunately, i operate on logic. and logic suggests that either every person i meet is screwed up, or that, more likely, i am. so i would just like to know. how pathetic of me.
i want a drink. and i must attend a party tonight. sigh.
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