We brushed on this the other day and with out going into to much detail and writing another novel… I feel like I don’t know anything. Especially when it comes to men. And Dating. And Not Dating. And Flirting. And when it’s just better not to.
I mean who fucking knew there were unwritten rules about this shit. And like Boundaries.
What is that? And Why did I not know about this?
Oh… that’s right. Because I didn’t date like a normal human being and I only had LONG term relationships (That ended disastrously.)
And seriously, I have no idea how to sort out my feelings. I feel like I am bipolar.
One min I’m all:
“OMG! I’M SO HAPPY! THIS YEAR IS AN ADVENTURE. ALL THE GOOD FEELINGS! I CAN FLIRT WITH WHOEVER I WANT. I CAN DO WHAT EVER I WANT! Heheheh WEEEEEEEEEEE!”
The next I’m all:
“What. The. Fuck. Just happened. I… but… I… errr. Damn it! Are my feelings normal? Am I doing this right? Holy shit. I am like the worst person ever to give advice. Am I crazy or is everyone else crazy? WHY CAN’T I GET A GRIP!”
I feel like I have a serious learning curve on being a functional adult.
I feel like I NEED Adult supervision. Where the hell is the stupid guide book for how to be a proper single adult woman?
Miranda. I know you aren’t single, but HALP! I’m a hotmess.