The drugs don't make me high, they make me neutral. ~Dr. Gregory House.

Saturday, June 17, 2006

Love Me?

A bus ride always means time to think especially when I can't see well enough to read... so I thought. Probably a little too much. Maybe not. I don't know. But I've come to a question... one I am incapable of answering. Not that I'm expecting anyone else will be able to answer it either.
What makes me lovable?
I mean, family has to love me. They don't get a choice but what makes friends love me? There are plenty of better people in the world... or at least I think there are.
My friends are amazing people. They're funny, they make me laugh. They're caring, they have great personalities, they're just good people. That's why I love them.
Me though... There is really nothing too amazing about me. I'm not particularly funny, unless you count my stupidity and clumsiness which seems to make people laugh. I'm not that caring most of the time, actually I can be pretty darn cruel and mean. And really I don't have much of a personality. My cat's got more personality then I do.
I'm really just a really depressing, scared and vulnerable little girl (and definetly not physically little). Is that what makes people love me? Is the fact that my life is full of bad things a loveable trait? Is it pity love? Just cause people feel bad for me? If I'd had the perfect childhood, if I had no medical problems, and the perfect emotional state, would people still love me?
Is that why I'm always just friend/family/acquaintance material and rarely dating material?
Do I just ooze screwed up? Is that why every boy in high school just saw me as a friend, and it was like pulling teeth to change that view?
You know... I've never been whistled at. And I probably shouldn't want that, as every other girl has always complained about how they hate it and such... but secretly they like it. And secretly I"d like it to happen every once in a while (well not so secret now...), just once even...
I'm slipping into what I was before... my confidence in what I look like as a young woman/kid/girl or whatever the hell I am is pretty low right now.
Anyways... I've noticed there is a strange smell coming from my kitchen area so I'm gonna go remove the mouse. Catch ya up on the weekend later.

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