I'm jaded.. Really jaded when it comes to people. Which isn't to say I'm a hermit, or I'm unfriendly or with out social graces or tact (although I don't have a lot of that) or that I don't have friends or hate people in general.
It is to say that I've got powerful "flaky fuck-bag" radar, and sadly, so sadly, it's hardly wrong.
I'm not proud of that...
I want it to be wrong. I want to believe so badly that I am just a jaded bitch and that people are good, wonderful, sincere human beings more then they are worthless fuck-tards. Unfortunately it's the one stupor power that I have that's correct and it's a pain the ass.. A lot...
Worse then it being right, is watching the toll it takes on people who don't have this power and do want to believe that everyone who's nice to them means what they say and is a good human being. I'm firmly in the "don't believe everything you hear" camp and have been for years so when I hear some one say "oh, dude, we should like totally go pick our noses together" I know it occasionally translates to "mom told me to always be polite so I'm gonna make you an offer I've got no intention of keeping..." or "i've had more to drink tonight then I can count and right now I'd pick the nose of the guy across the room if he'd let me."
And I smile and I nod.. "Yes, Nose picking, classic idea, any time you want...." while my inner voice says "when pigs fly outta your ass" and I go on my way.
Others however do not and become very sad when they realize that no one is going to join them to pick their nose.. And that my friends starts this vicious cycle in which I decide I hate it when I'm right...
C'est La Vie.
On a lighter and brighter note... I finished this:
I've hemmed it and finished the sleeves but you get the idea..
It's for me.. I wanted new things to wear for the summer!
And I finished the PINK DRESS FROM HELL! Well.. Mostly... That I referenced in the other post. I put the button on it, fixed the side seams and decided how I want to finish the sleeves.. It's hanging above the work station right now waiting for me change out the threat in the sewing machine.
When I get DONE for REAL.. I'll post a few more pictures.. and then I'll either sell it to some impossibly thin girl or I'll burn it and dance around the flames.
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