Er, it's become an epidemic. Everyone who tries to guess my age (which apparently happens a lot when you're going through a divorce because everyone you know is introducing you to everyone they know in an effort to try to "fix" you) comes back with the same number: 23. I suppose I should be flattered, but I'm not. I'm irritated. I associate 23 with so many unpleasant thoughts (not my 23, that was fun. Just 23 in general) that I'm annoyed that I am not radiating "I'm a grown-up!!!" vibes.
However, I did happen to meet someone who was kind enough to point out the kind of vibes I am radiating.
Me: looking through my purse for lip gloss while I wait for my cousin to finish using the potty.
Random drunk girl in the bathroom in a public place: "Are you always this angry?"
Me (startled from looking for lip gloss, looks around for angry girl getting in trouble only to find drunk girl's bleary eyes staring back accusingly): "Me? I'm not angry. Do I look angry?"
Random drunk girl: "Yes. You've looked angry every time I've seen you tonight."
Me: Gets angry and rolls eyes. "I'll work on that."
So, I suppose I now have to start working on the shiny and happy thing. If I look angry enough to compel perfect strangers to seek me out in a bathroom and scold me for looking angry, then it has officially become burdensome to be so bitter.
Anyone know a good therapist?
Monday, April 12, 2010
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sarah wood can whip you into shape
ReplyDeleteI'm a good therapist.
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