I Know My Worth

One of the things that is important about romance, whether in real life or in fictional works, is the need to feel wanted and to feel worthy of being wanted. Something came up with a conversation with a friend last night, where he started to tell me that eventually I might be confident enough to see myself as worthy. It upset me a great deal, and I immediately jumped down his throat and told him not to lecture me.

It took me all night and into this morning (in the shower) to realize what it was I was really angry about.

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Weekend Coffee Share: Inservice.

If we were talking over coffee today, my eyes would probably be red and bloodshot from crying…

This is the last Sunday before Inservice begins. If you’re looking at that word and not sure what it means, you must not be a teacher. Or it’s an outdated word and I’m aging myself. Whatever. The point is, my summer is officially over after today.

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When Has Something Outlived its Usefulness?

It’s a good question. How can you tell when something has outlived its usefulness?

This could easily be a post about some of my most recent dating disasters. The Pirate immediately comes to mind, since obviously I wasted way more time on that non-relationship than was necessary. Interesting, since I didn’t mourn the end of things with the Bartender or question it nearly as long as that, even though I was much more invested in him.

But today isn’t a post about relationships. It’s about words.

Phrases actually.

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Nostalgia Takes a Toll

Continuing with my current nostalgic streak, I’ve been binge watching a show I remember liking from my youth. It came up in one of the weekly Twitter chats, or in response to one of the Twitter chats later, actually (I think), but either way, I’m finding that I don’t like it as much now, which is a bit of a shame.

I suppose on some level it proves that whole idea that our memories change the further away from an event we are, chronologically speaking. You know, that whole, “back in my day,” thing, when back in whatever day wasn’t really all that different (or at least not that much better) than the current time. We remember things fondly, or in some cases more negatively than they actually were.

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