Because It's Better To Be Irrational With Me Than Rational With Someone Else ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- I Don't Remember Many Details Because I Was In Magic-land I probably failed to mention the fact that I had an appointment with dr. Steve yesterday. I was going to sexually harass him, but my mind was occuppied with something else. He kept me in his office for unusually long time. The whole time he was smiling at me very weird, but I failed to notice that at that moment--I was thinking of something completely more important. At some point he said I looked very pretty. I didn't return the compliment; I hardly ever do. For some reason returning compliments doesn't sound sincere to me, it's like "I only said you have a nice tie because you think I'm pretty." No. But indeed, I did like his tie. Don't get me wrong, I do compliment people... only when I feel that it will make them feel better (like if they are so freaking proud of their new neon green shirt and neon orange pants, I'll say they look cool and in case of a blizzard they will be the first ones to be rescued) or if I really do like what they have (I don't like neon-colored anything). So I was sitting in his nice modern office, I was lost in my thoughts but I recollect bits and pieces of our informal convos. Did I break up with my so called NJ bf? No, I didn't but I also don't consider him my boyfriend anymore. Also, I remember him begging me to take my meds. "If not for yourself, then do it for me." I will do it for him.As I was leaving dr. Steve's office, his secretary engaged in this small talk with me. The whole time, though, she would give me this weird look that almost said: "I know what goes on there." Yea, I have a great imagination, too.10:22 p.m. - February 28, 2006 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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