so many things that i _should_ “be” at my age but i’m not and that’s what has been getting to me. what gets to me even more is the behaviour of a thirty seven year old i rather closely encountered a few days ago. somehow, i now want to be twenty three again. at least i could get away with quite a lot of shit which i now get scolded for.
friends say that i should get out there, meet a nice bloke and try not fuck things up after the second date. i dated a bloke for almost six months at one time. now he’s in jail. cursed much? perhaps. i was engaged to a bloke once for an even longer time but long distance relationships and melbournegirl don’t mix. my “veruca salt” attitude kicks in and the next thing you know it’s all “I WANT AN OOMPAH LOOMPAH AND I WANT ONE NAOOO”.
so to cure the blues, dissipate the anger and possibly kick that dramatic alpaca in the scrotum, i’ve decided to visit my ex. i mean, what is the worst that could happen?