I don't know about you, but it is really hard picturing myself getting into a romantic relationship at the moment when it is not considered normal to talk for 9 hours straight about a horror game 😞. Also, how am I supposed to explain the fact that 95 % of the 500 + pictures on my phone are of some Finnish man
exactly! sometimes i have the legit fear that my SO would like see one of my fav obsessions and be like "yah that's trash" but lol they better be ready for those long ass dissertations about horror games and a certain finnish man if they wanna date me for the foreseeable future 😂
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It has come to that time of year, on our Bible reading plan (Robert Roberts', if you're curious) where we approach The Song of Songs, which is Solomon's. We were listening to it in the car today and I found it fascinating to spark thoughts. It's wonderfully pure, and that was what really struck me - it's unlike a lot of the vaguely or outright NSFW stuff I hear about nowdays, which seems to exist in a cheapened and vulgarised form. Call me a prude all you like, but I maintain that. Song of Solomon is incredibly erotic (especially if you think a bit on some of the euphemisms it employs) but with a certain innocence and purity that suits the subject matter far more than the crude 'humour' popularised today.
It then caused me to consider how, if at all, it could in the future be applicable to me. The answer is at this point I don't know. I'm in no way denying that I'm female! but the truth of the matter is I do not want to be perceived as a woman, and I don't really know how that ever fits with marriage. Unfortunately I am a creature of complications and contradictions. I suppose I differentiate between being female, and being a woman, by saying that the latter is that I do not want to be perceived as a sexual or (at this point) romantic possibility for anyone (not even the boy I am interested in, but that more because I know he specifically is not interested, so I don't know, if magically his feelings changed, what would happen. Still, that's irrelevant because it sha'n't happen). But at the same time I want it very much, at least in theory. I suppose that if God sees fit to bless me with someone who would be interested in me, that it'll all work out - one way or another - even if that simply shows me that I'm more suited to be single.
Occasionally I think about the two brave lads at the church conference in January who went there with the expressed intention of finding girls to try and consider a future with. They were going around talking to all the girls they could. One determined he wasn't interested in me pretty quickly, and the other I think I accidentally scared off with what I only intended as 'hey you can leave the convo if you want I won't be offended' but hindsight suggests that it probably sounded like I was saying to get lost. Ah well! Still I think about them because I really hope they each found someone. And I vaguely wish someone would come for me, but I don't know either if I should like it, at all, or if I would even become aware of it if they were interested. I'm always weird with boys. There's the boy at work who just because he has a pleasant smile and uses it very frequently, I get weird around him and cannot meet his eyes. I wouldn't call it flustered because it's not really - just weird.
But yeah, I love Song of Solomon and think it exceedingly beautiful.
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about a year ago, i had someone i considered a best friend tell my mum (not me, my mum) that they weren’t speaking to me bc i did something to upset them, but rather than talking to me about it like an adult (their words), they were running away.
i spent months wracking my brain trying to figure out what i’d done. cried countless times.
i still don’t actually know. but the truth is that it doesn’t matter.
if it was a friendship worth having, they would have communicated with me rather than cutting me off. maybe i really did do something. maybe i didn’t. but in a decade long friendship which, by their own admission, was me being a far better friend to them than they ever were to me, i think i earned honesty and respect.
anyway. this is basically a journal entry, but i couldn’t stop thinking about it today for whatever reason.
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the problem with being the girl who waits like a dog with a bird at your door is that I spent all this time waiting and hoping and filling every role you needed me to and stretching myself as thin as you needed me to be hoping I’d eventually get a space in your heart all to myself only to get used and tossed aside in a drunken moment of your weakness. and I accepted it because I was begging for any scrap of your attention and you knew it. and yet somehow I am still the scarlet woman and the red lettered mistress and your scorned woman still gets to dictate how much space I now get to occupy in your life and even when I followed all the rules you somehow still get to paint me red to keep yourself clean and now I’ve lost it all and you have come out the tragic hero on top of it all.
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