As always, thank you baba yaga for knowing what exists inside my heart.
How does Baba always knows what is on my mind?
Tears (in the best way). That is all.
this absolutely gutted me, in the best possible way.
I'm wondering if any commenters have had a similar experience to the one I'm about to relate. I'm a pretty intense soccer fan and have season tickets to my local MLS team, where I sit with my dad and my uncle (and their spouses, if they attend). Anyway, I follow the team (and the game) very closely and I occasionally find myself so frustrated at the play or performance that I yell my thoughts out. I try to keep my thoughts PG-13 because there are small children about. A few people have said things to me (including my dad and uncle) - and I suspect that it isn't about what I'm saying (totally reasonable comments about poor play, refereeing, diving players, etc) and more about the fact that as a woman, I'm supposed to be quiet and enjoy the game quietly. It makes me crazy.
FEELING: I sent a stupid drunk text to the object of affection last night and can't bear to turn my phone on and see how bad it is. The text was bad enough that I'm pretty sure he'll no longer be the object of my affection. See also: I'm such an idiot sometimes.