Tonight, in conversation, directed at me was this question: "So, why do you always go for emotionally unavailable men?" I was floored.
Really? Is this what I'm doing?
I know how he feels but he holds back for circumstantial reasons that I find understandable.
I can easily love from afar. I could easily love him close by.
But would I ever have the same? I've had to listen to my faults laid out on a list which yesterday he discovered had no true validity. Attached to things that don't matter. All but the hair.
The hair color is my own. I earned it. My purple hair is my badge of honor. I worked hard to get to the point where I could walk my walk and love myself for it. I contemplate its disappearance and my heart falls. It wouldn't be for any of the right reasons. It wouldn't be for any of the right reasons at all.
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My very own outward inward journal. May you see yourself in my struggles and joys. May you delight in my human condition.
Who am I?
- A Mad Hatter with Rhinestones
- I dig: creativity in all forms, my family, my friends, and house plants. I'd like to keep things that simple but I tend to get in my own way.
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