dolorous interludes.

No linen lacings, no cake icing, no floral portraits today, I’m sorry:

Do you know how disappointing it is to call someone and be really happy about being able to talk to that person, but have the person tell you, “I have to go now, because I want to talk to other people”, while knowing that the person will be spending the next entire day (or the next four years for that matter) with these other people already? Do you know how disappointing it is to take the initiative to call someone first and have them tell you after a short while, oh I have to go off, I’ve got to go for lunch, to class, to buy books, to study, etc. every single time? Yeah, it’s fucking disappointing, that’s what it is. Why am I even this riled up- knowing that while you’re here feeling sick to the gut about your present state of affairs, the other person can’t/won’t give two hoots when it comes to you? I need to fucking get on with my life. I really do.

posted by voyeur @ 4/22/2005 01:02:00 PM