'The Trouble with Old-Fashioned' and 'The Trouble with Being a Nutter'
I'll get to the trouble with being Old-Fashioned in a moment- Let's begin with the singularly odd trouble of being a complete and utter Nutter. And yes, I do revel in that rhyme scheme.
The trouble with being off your rocker, off my rocker, as it were... is that it's completely and utterly exhausting and at the end of the day you really really want a lobotomy. Sometimes I wonder if, indeed, a major brain reconstruction (consider the physical more than the figurative here) is not the only way to rid myself of these demons once and for all.
The trouble with being a Nutter is that you just cannot process reason in a way that is reasonable. In fact, you cannot process reason at all.
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On to it, then. The trouble with being old fashioned... oi, where can I? where do I? begin?
I am ready to move forward. I am ready to be a big girl in the big world again. Alas. The big world is so big now that one must engage the Internet in order to meet someone.
NO.
I refuse. Literally. I. Re. Fuse.
I literally cannot stand the idea of having to use a dating service to meet someone. How fake, how fraudulent, how manipulative do we allow ourselves to be when we only have to answer to the almighty Internet? It frightens me to consider how many relationships are standing on such fragile and not-necessarily-truthful bases?
I joke sometimes that I go to Trader Joe's, Earth Fare, and Whole Foods to troll for men. But the truth is that I would a million times rather meet someone shopping for fair trade bananas than buying me a drink at Girls Night Out or regaling me over the inter net with emails about saving a boyscout troop from a marauding grizzly bear.
The trouble with being Old-Fashioned is... Honesty.
Until Next Time, Friends- Be Calm, Be Brave, It'll Be Okay.
I'll get to the trouble with being Old-Fashioned in a moment- Let's begin with the singularly odd trouble of being a complete and utter Nutter. And yes, I do revel in that rhyme scheme.
The trouble with being off your rocker, off my rocker, as it were... is that it's completely and utterly exhausting and at the end of the day you really really want a lobotomy. Sometimes I wonder if, indeed, a major brain reconstruction (consider the physical more than the figurative here) is not the only way to rid myself of these demons once and for all.
The trouble with being a Nutter is that you just cannot process reason in a way that is reasonable. In fact, you cannot process reason at all.
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On to it, then. The trouble with being old fashioned... oi, where can I? where do I? begin?
I am ready to move forward. I am ready to be a big girl in the big world again. Alas. The big world is so big now that one must engage the Internet in order to meet someone.
NO.
I refuse. Literally. I. Re. Fuse.
I literally cannot stand the idea of having to use a dating service to meet someone. How fake, how fraudulent, how manipulative do we allow ourselves to be when we only have to answer to the almighty Internet? It frightens me to consider how many relationships are standing on such fragile and not-necessarily-truthful bases?
I joke sometimes that I go to Trader Joe's, Earth Fare, and Whole Foods to troll for men. But the truth is that I would a million times rather meet someone shopping for fair trade bananas than buying me a drink at Girls Night Out or regaling me over the inter net with emails about saving a boyscout troop from a marauding grizzly bear.
The trouble with being Old-Fashioned is... Honesty.
Until Next Time, Friends- Be Calm, Be Brave, It'll Be Okay.
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