hello there, lovelies. my apologies for slacking these past few days. i wanted to make sure that the next time i wrote was actually worth reading. i'm not gonna write about meaningless crap.
today's post is about something we all know well. jealousy. jealousy is a BITCH. seriously. now, those of you who know me know that for the most part, i'm a confident, secure young woman. until it comes to other girls. girls that are prettier and/or skinnier than me make me incredibly insecure. maybe they aren't even prettier or skinnier than i am. but in my mind, they are, and i get nervous and shy and start nitpicking at everything that's wrong with me.
it's definitely not nearly as bad in terms of skinnier/prettier friends than it is skinnier/prettier strangers i'm being forced to spend time with. or people that aren't strangers but that i never talked to. those are the worst. especially if they happen to be the ex girlfriend of my current boyfriend.
laura's housewarming party was today. laura is one of my closest friends. she also happens to be very close with one of andrew's ex girlfriends. and andrew is still friends with all of his ex girlfriends. especially this one. he always speaks rather endearlingly of her. but you know, they were highschool sweethearts and whatnot. it's to be expected.
for the past week, i have been dreading laura's housewarming party though. because andrew's ex is "his type," really skinny, and really pale. i'm neither of those things. and of course, on top of that, she's fucking adorable. and a real sweetheart. it's really something i just can't compete with. so i've been dreading the party, terrified that he wouldn't be able to take his eyes off of her, or that she would start shamelessly flirting with him right in front of me and that i would freak out over it.
anticipation is the worst, isn't it? especially when said ex girlfriend is a few hours late to the party, and i'm anxiously twiddling my thumbs waiting for her to get there so i can see what happens.
thankfully, everything was fine. i of course imagined everything way worse than it turned out and didn't actually have to worry about anything at all, thankfully. i was definitely not looking forward to a "don't flirt with my boyfriend" confrontation. i'm really no good with confrontation.
that is all, my lovelies. sorry it's so short. i promise more interesting things are yet to come! farewell!
today's post is about something we all know well. jealousy. jealousy is a BITCH. seriously. now, those of you who know me know that for the most part, i'm a confident, secure young woman. until it comes to other girls. girls that are prettier and/or skinnier than me make me incredibly insecure. maybe they aren't even prettier or skinnier than i am. but in my mind, they are, and i get nervous and shy and start nitpicking at everything that's wrong with me.
it's definitely not nearly as bad in terms of skinnier/prettier friends than it is skinnier/prettier strangers i'm being forced to spend time with. or people that aren't strangers but that i never talked to. those are the worst. especially if they happen to be the ex girlfriend of my current boyfriend.
laura's housewarming party was today. laura is one of my closest friends. she also happens to be very close with one of andrew's ex girlfriends. and andrew is still friends with all of his ex girlfriends. especially this one. he always speaks rather endearlingly of her. but you know, they were highschool sweethearts and whatnot. it's to be expected.
for the past week, i have been dreading laura's housewarming party though. because andrew's ex is "his type," really skinny, and really pale. i'm neither of those things. and of course, on top of that, she's fucking adorable. and a real sweetheart. it's really something i just can't compete with. so i've been dreading the party, terrified that he wouldn't be able to take his eyes off of her, or that she would start shamelessly flirting with him right in front of me and that i would freak out over it.
anticipation is the worst, isn't it? especially when said ex girlfriend is a few hours late to the party, and i'm anxiously twiddling my thumbs waiting for her to get there so i can see what happens.
thankfully, everything was fine. i of course imagined everything way worse than it turned out and didn't actually have to worry about anything at all, thankfully. i was definitely not looking forward to a "don't flirt with my boyfriend" confrontation. i'm really no good with confrontation.
that is all, my lovelies. sorry it's so short. i promise more interesting things are yet to come! farewell!
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