Undone

So– I apparently am not suitable to have around your children. Mothers and Fathers, Lock em up! Because i work at the local gaming store.

Ya know, that could carry some weight if i wasn’t the girl who everyone goes “I don’t remember you.” Even though you’ve worked there longer than the manager…. *sighs* I realize these things are piddly to what else i’ve been realizing, but whatever, it’s annoying when how good i am doesn’t shine the way i meant it to.

I was having a personal conversation with my exboyfriend’s best friend. I said to him “Well she [a girl who likes him] doesn’t want to see how stupid he is, because she just wants to get into his pants.” and it was quiet. Very quiet. And a lady who was standing being helped by my co-worker said “Excuse me?” And I stared, blinked twice (the time it took for me to comprehend the ever so stunning reply of: “Sorry”) and apologized, and turned back to my conversation.

Wasn’t really her business, now was it? Besides, you can think the best of a person, you can believe in them till the cows come home–but the rules of psychology and the Id say that you want things. Sex, food, shelter, all of that kind of stuff. The thing is, you can harness your Id, but you’re never rid of it. *giggles* That kinda rhymed.

Anyway–

Marco came in to see us at work. I was happy, because in case no one noticed, this week is a little bit with the suckiness. We talked for a bit, it wasn’t like old times, just because people kept interrupting us. . . . Hmn. I miss the old days of ….. well, talking to him, and closing and joking around. *nods* it was a damn good run while it lasted, and always a good memory.

I’m going to see Tomb Raider: Cradle of Life tonight, I would really like to take Monkey with…. but *sighs* Alas– Half of my brain says to call him, and the other says not to. The not to side says to me:

“You’re being possessive, and you’re always calling him. Leave the poor man alone! if he wanted to, he’d be there.”

and then the other side of my brain says:

“No, you just want to take a friend to the movies. You know he likes Lara Croft, and you are way tired of just spending all your time with your brother. All you’re looking for is a friend to hang out with, who won’t make snarky comments throughout the movie.”

So here i sit, letting the two chickens battle it out in my head as I get ready to go. All I want is the headache to go away– and to spend some quality time with Monkey– who lets me be.

OI. No offense Red. *raises her hands in a surrender position*

Derringer Meryl [the universe likes to] Out