Melinda and Melinda.
Because I did half a p-set, and that’s enough for today.
Everything will be going extremely well for me for a while, and then I’ll start doubting it. I’ll think that my lucky strike might be nearing its end, and I’ll start questioning everything.
Am I getting the Air Liquide thing? Is my writing being well received? Is the new boy really interested in me beyond the fucking? I know the answers to all of these things (yes on all accounts) but I still have this irrational fear that things might not materialize for me the way that I want them to.
I need to stop thinking about shit so hard, especially with the boy. If I overthink it, I’ll lose the saucy, fun part of me that drew him to me and everything will end up being an overly rehearsed act. And that’s no good.
Anyway. Off to bed!
High Fidelity.
I’d actually never seen this movie, and people always told me to watch it.
Mean Girls.
Fuck, I love watching TBS on Sundays.
fallingdeep:
I think I might be over facebook. A close friend deleted his the other day and since then I’ve been thinking that that might be a good idea. I don’t need to know all the drama that goes on on the internet. Why should my newsfeed be plastered with my ex writing cute things on his new girl’s wall? At least he and I had the modesty to do that over text message. Like, it’s fine that he’s telling her she’s gorgeous (even though she isn’t but he always did give good compliments)… but why should I subject myself to seeing it and then missing him and then getting depressed about my non-existent love life?
Another facebook event I was stressing about: the dude from last weekend rejected my friend request, but accepted someone’s girlfriend who he also met at that party. Like, apparently he thought I was weird (?!), I can deal with that. But like, okay, I added him because it’s the polite thing to do, and he could have just accepted considering it’s just facebook and everyone has facebook friends they barely know/like, but he fucking took the time to send the message: I am ACTIVELY DISINTERESTED. But why do I need to know that, and feel bad and insecure about it? At least if I hadn’t added him I would have forgotten about it in a few days.
So, the question is: do I go through my facebook friends and delete the exes and people whose profiles I stalk late at night? But most people don’t bother to go through the new privacy settings every other week and hide their walls and activities to non friends. So I’d still be tempted to check up on them every once in a while. What is the point of all of this?
It would be great if we could just stop having drama in our lives and be able to be friends with everyone we want to. That way we could just call someone up on the phone and be like, “hey I was thinking about you the other day and wanted to call and find out how you’re doing.” And have it not be weird.
That would be really fantastic.
I deleted all the people I don’t talk to/don’t give a fuck about. I have maybe around 200 friends? Which is clearly more friends than I have in real life, but all those random hookups and boys I went out with once or twice before losing interest are gone. Maybe cleaning out your friends list is a good idea. Also, make your fb super private. My privacy settings are on high.
