The Angel of Ice Cometh

Two things this Blog. The first is humourus, the second is just sad.

Imagine this. You're sitting on the toilet. Don't leave yet, this is actually going somewhere. You're looking at the ground, pulling up your pants, reading a magazine... whatever, I'm not fussed, as long as you're looking down. Next thing you know, something very solid clobers you in the back of the head, bounces and shatters against the door. The house goes silent, as your brother and his best mate pause their game of hockey and try to work out what just broke. And all you can say?
"Don't come in yet..."

This happened to me. The glass fixing around the light in the toilet came loose. It just happened to do so while I was in there. Luckilly it turned when it fell, so I only got smacked in the head with the rounded edge rather then the sharp bits at either end. In then went on to bounce and shatter against the ground near the door, which was a fair distance away from me thanks to our excessively large dunny room, sending bad seventies glass shards flying all over the place. Thankfully, few flew far enough to reach my feet. Rather lucky, all things concidered, since if it had landed in the middle of the room, where it would have landed had my head not been in the way, it would have sent shards of broken glass flying at my legs. Needless to say, I had a headache for the rest of the day. Mother will be pleased to know she can now say, with authority, that the house is falling apart around us. I'll tell her when she gets back.

Dad and Jennifer stopped around yesterday on their way to dinner and a movie. That was nice ^_^!

Now, onto the mandatory sad and pathetic part of my post. This was bought on by a fairly innocent comment. Well, allright... two fairly innocet comments. The first was Zoe enquiring about my love-life. I was, of course, forced to point out it's non-existence. The seccond occured when we went to see a movie. Me, Zoe and her boyfriend decided to go see a movie, after which Todd commented that I needed a boyfriend, so I wouldn't have to be the third wheel. Concidering I didn't actually feel all that much like a third wheel, I wasn't terribly fussed.

But it got me thinking. I certainly don't plan to go out stalking men trying to snag one, since that's not only agianst my character it's totally against my sense of style. Fact of the matter is, I'm abjectly terrified of most of the male population. Don't ask why, I honnestly don't know. I don't think I've ever been abused or anything like that which would give me a reason, I just am. I'm scared of most things- Getting to sleep these days is a matter of distracting my mind from whatever terror it decides to imagine up but not getting it so involved that I can't get to sleep. It's gotten to the stage where I'm becoming thoroughly pathetic. Which means that I'm likely to become the sort of person who will sleep with anyone just so she doesn't have to sleep alone. But will probably be too scared to pic up random guys -_-;
Spot the dilemor anyone?

And no, I'm not a lesbian. If I was, all these problems would be solved and I could commence being abused by women rather then men. I'm just timmid.

And now you see why I remain single and the reasons I remain that way. I don't want to end up with someone just so I'm not scared, or just to try to overcome being scared.

Which isn't to say I won't date someone if they ask me. Apart from havnig dificulty saying no to people when they do something like that, or in general for that matter, if they're willing to put themselves through hell, so am I.

Alright, end pathetic whimpering. Bai bai!

"Now go have fun and kill people."
~Quads!
- posted by Washi @ 2:29 pm