that thing

confuses me a lot. Inside I want to be all strong and confident about my plans and what I want to be, and yet, there is something about this certain type of women that makes me go all ‘weak in the knees*’ and modelsick. Yeah, right, went to my first fashion show. What can I say, it was awesome. There were the smaller and bearable faults to be seen like the small delays where the music would keep playing and there would be no people, err models on the ramp. And you can see the ‘next in line’ running up skipping throught the stairs and such.

Ideally she should have the long nose, bright eyes, hair upto the shoulders, uhm, and lots of wit. What with the ‘she’ being a woman in this case. I am really confused. I am not supposed to get crushes. I am not supposed to digress from the priorities of my life. Maybe I’l never go anywhere near a fashion show again…or maybe, maybe not. Maybe I’l go at the next possible chance. Next week, maybe?

This is confusing. And Pachelbel isn’t helping either. I feel at ease. When I know I shouldn’t. I have to feel uncomfortable. Sadistic as it may sound, I think I should turn up the volume on some Manson tonight. Hey, it’s not like I am going to whack myself with a tree branch and jump into ice water!

give it break. Socializing is hard, harder when you resist. Hardest when it’s me. I am me. I guess.

 

*used without permission. Sue me. Or hit me really hard with a balloon full of  rocks. Your choice.

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