I find it so hard to comprehend why I can be saying the exact same thing as someone else but no one laughs. Sometimes, I say it and no one reacts, then someone else repeats it and everyone laughs. Then when I point out the fact I said it first, everyone is like “oh really? We didn’t hear you.” Pffffft.
Yea I am chopped liver.
Plus, everyone just thinks I am serious. But when I behave like the goof ball I really am, people think I am being weird. Can’t please everyone can I?
When will I find someone who knows me for who I really am?
“I love badly. That is, too little or too much. I throw myself over an unsuitable cliff, only to reel back in horror from a simple view out the window.”—Jeanette Winterson, Gut Symmetries (via helplesslyamazed)
And when I finally find that someone who understands me in a snap, life will finally be complete. I am really an open book to those who can read.
All I want is someone I can care for, protect and share my life with. I want to cook for the one I love, cuddle on the couch while watching a movie, snuggle in bed to sleep.
We can have a nice cosy apartment. Have a cat or maybe a dog. Share the chores on Sundays. Waste the days we want to waste. Wake on the days we want to wake.
Share our ambitions and dreams. Push each other forward so we will keep becoming better at being us. Listen to each other whine about work and make voodoo dolls for each of our bosses.
Explore Singapore armed with our cameras and empty stomachs, enjoy all sorts of food, visit exhibitions, galleries, museums. Watch plays, musicals and dance recitals. Cycle around the island. Go for walks hand in hand under the stars. Travel the world.
Surprise each other with gifts on birthdays and anniversaries and every other day we feel like. Leave notes around the house for each other find. And be very in love.
I think I have what it takes to make all the above come true. So where are you?