Thursday, November 26, 2015

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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