Oh PS, I wish you were here.
A couple years back, we both enjoyed a wonderful piece of theatre. Just last night, I was at another wonderful piece of theatre, with nobody to share it with. I saw another friend and plus one seeing the same show; they looked so happy.
Oh PS, I wish you were here.
PS. Oh wow. There’s a lot about PS I can talk about.
I’ve known her for quite a while. And I’d like to think we’re great friends, but it’s SO HARD to read what she is thinking! Maybe that air of mystery is what is so attractive to me.
Whenever my good friend, ZT and their partner CP and I meet up for coffee, they (well, mainly ZT) always ask me, “So, have you got a girlfriend?” And right now, I answer to them, quite forcefully, NO.
No, no, no.
ZT also happens to be a Doctor Who fan. The next time I see ZT I will say this:
You know the episode with number 10 and Madame de Pompadour? And how she says in her final moments “God speed, my lonely angel”? Yeah, well I’m a lonely angel.
What’s the point of being passionate about something, and then not being able to share it with anyone?
I thought I had stopped writing here for longer. 8 months? That’s nothing.
Time to make up for lost time.
I’m bored.
And absolutely there’s a limit to looking through photos of girls you knew from high school.
Gosh HBO, find something else to do!
Reading a number of sex and bondage blogs recently. Tie me up already.
Maybe the reason why I like the feeling of hands around by neck (NOT asphyxia, okay!) is that it may one day lead me to the right person. Someone who plays along and enjoys doing so, or someone who shows me something more exciting than the feeling of being cut off from air.
Right now, I feel like my rebuttal to anything is, “Argh, piss off!”
Hi HBO. Argh, piss off!
What’s the weather like? Argh, piss off!
It seems such an easy way to get out of conversation, or to release frustration. However, I think the reason why I haven’t been saying it aloud is because you will all think I’ve turned into a serial whinger, much like certain retirees.
Now piss off!
Continuing on from the previous post…
I have written about GZ before, here. There, I took a dim view on them fitting into college. GZ is quite content at college now, so I don’t know what the hell I was on when I wrote that.
So why do I consider GZ to be the exception when it comes to ‘suspended’ friendships? GZ is someone I turn to when, you know, you want to have a substantial conversation about something vague. Like relationships, and people!
I also feel a unique connection to GZ, that I feel is expiring soon. When GZ broke up with their significant other, I was the proverbial ‘shoulder to cry on’. Maybe I wasn’t the most sensitive person, but I (and others) helped her get through it.
Hmm. Haven’t caught up with GZ for a few months now. Better hop to it.