Lord save me from overly dramatic, overly emotional, egocentric "adults".
Seriously, if these are the examples that most people have of women, it's no wonder my sex has such a bad reputation throughout history for successful logical though processes.
So maybe I don't score high in EQ. And I'm thought of as rigid, cold, a bag of UN-fun. Honestly, if that means keeping my integrity, holding up against ridicule and making sure I meet my standards of self-control, I'll take that. At least I'll be able to look myself in the eye at the end of everything.
It's little wonder why I have no tolerance for drama as a genre of fiction to indulge in during my so are time. I have enough of the bullshit flying around me as it is and I loathe it.
It might be dull, but my dream job right now consists of a 9 to 5 job with repetitive motions. Hell, I'd do factory line work at this point just for a break in the stupid. As long as there's something else to enjoy on weekends, I'm good.
Space and distance from dramatic idiocy. I want that.
Hermit-hood. A large piece of farm land with goats and dogs, sheep and cats, maybe a miniature pig. And a vegetable garden. I'd like that. I'd like it enough to bother getting used to driving a pickup truck if it meant getting peace and quiet and furry animals as company.
And maybe the internet.


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