Don't you just love it when people think they've got you figured all out?
Today I felt the strange urge to listen to Everyday Is Like Sunday by Morrissey and as I couldn't find my tape with it I decided to download it.
So the person I downloaded it from just messaged me and asked me all kinds of questions and went through the usual "oh, you live in Austria and don't ski?" to "oh you sound like a very lonely person" to "I don't believe you that you do not want a boyfriend right now".
YA, you got my life all figured.
Now this person doesn't know that it is true that I am not always the happiest person in the world but I refuse to allow strangers, who know nothing about me really, other than I am downloading a song by Morrissey, to make my life look all bleak or sad or lonely. It is *my* life. I have to live it and I am feeling it. I can be sad about it and want it to be different at times. I can also enjoy it at times. It is mine to figure out not some random stranger's.
Compassion and people feeling with me is nice and important and kind words from strangers can be too, but not when they think they have figured me all out.
1:11 p.m. - 2003-10-23
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