intensity

I am not crazy. I am not annoying. I am not a stalker. I am intense. I demand the attention and time of my friends. If you do not call back, then I will keep calling. If you do not like this--tell me so.

Why can people not be that straightforward? Why do people lead you on even when you give them a way out? Why does it seem nicer to tell a person you are interested and never call than just to say you are not interested? Why? Why? Why?

Sorry, I am having a crummy day. I miss the times in high school where you talked to your friends all the time and had to hug before you got on the bus to go home because you would not see them again until the next morning. I miss that intensity of pure desire for companionship and affection. i miss that honesty.

Adults play games. And maybe I never grew up. But I just can't play by the rules. I call if i feel like calling. I profess my feelings regularly in the hopes that people understand i am a bit fickle and moody. I listen to what people say, not what they do even though I know better. Actions speaking louder than words and all that stuff. But if you do not want to pursue a "friendship maybe more" with me--you are gonna have to say just that. And then specify if it is the friendship or the maybe more that you do not want. I trust you to say what you mean. Or rather, I know the truth and choose to ignore it. Give me something I cannot ignore. Black and white, man. Even if it makes you feel crummy. in the long run, everyone will appreciate it.

Of course I do not mean YOU, gentle reader (yes, I read Miss Manners just to come to grips with the fact that I know nothing of etiquette)

In better news, oskar is sleeping in the bed with me again now that the weather has turned cold. I like this a lot as he is a great comfort to me and a great warmer of feet when I can get him to actually sleep on my feet (he likes to share my pillow most of the time--and by share, i mean take). During the hot months, he sleeps on the tile floor of the bathroom or on the wooden floor and/or sofa in the downstairs sitting room where it is much cooler. he is a better dog in the cold. He snuggles more, has more energy on walks, is generally friskier and happier. He is the best dog. I'd be very lonely without him. Friday was his "gotcha" day---2 years since we were united by the Richmond SPCA. making him 6 and a half if their calculations were right.

ok, off to the grading and lesson plans and maybe some dinner.

i like this picture of him in particular because his nose is translucent and you can see my legs in my favorite pants in the background.