Like If Ever There was Someone who Could Make Things Heavy Again.
Admittedly, I'm tipsy, so this post is probably going to sound all rambly.
This reeks of commitment-phobia but I honestly am frightened at the hypothetical prospect of being the centre of someone's universe. The whole weight of his love, his being, is on your shoulders. Your shoulders which are more than willing to bear this weight, but which you are sure, as your past lovers will tell you, will one day be unable to shoulder the weight of all that love, and give way. It is an eventuality that hearts will be broken. But because I'm not a cynic, we will not leave this at such a hopeless note. Maybe, in the hypothetical reality that a chance offers itself, maybe we'll give it a try, in the hope that this is just one of my 32028231 irrational apprehensions.
Some random danish bloke read my palm tonight and told me that I think too much. Hmm, can't say that is untrue, I guess. Apparently I'm going to have a successful but short-lived career, which doesn't sound too bad, I reckon. But then he kept apologising, because according to this palmistry expert I'm going to have a hard life ahead of me. Apparently it's going to be difficult for me to find The One, because I have sky-high expectations and needs that are difficult to fulfil. I beg to differ; that's an unfair statement to make because plainly, I'm a girl with simple needs who doesn't have sky-high expectations! I reckon that Life is never easy for anyone, because Life is such that one never ever gets what one truly desires (just like tonight).
I should get to sleep, there are tons of things to be done tomorrow. Picnic at Ørested Parken, Roskilde bracelets to be collected at Soupanatural, Guinness with Michael, and all the random errands to be done in preparation for Roskilde Festival. And also, we've already watched the sun rise so I guess there's nothing left to do, except to sleep. Goodnight, world.
This reeks of commitment-phobia but I honestly am frightened at the hypothetical prospect of being the centre of someone's universe. The whole weight of his love, his being, is on your shoulders. Your shoulders which are more than willing to bear this weight, but which you are sure, as your past lovers will tell you, will one day be unable to shoulder the weight of all that love, and give way. It is an eventuality that hearts will be broken. But because I'm not a cynic, we will not leave this at such a hopeless note. Maybe, in the hypothetical reality that a chance offers itself, maybe we'll give it a try, in the hope that this is just one of my 32028231 irrational apprehensions.
Some random danish bloke read my palm tonight and told me that I think too much. Hmm, can't say that is untrue, I guess. Apparently I'm going to have a successful but short-lived career, which doesn't sound too bad, I reckon. But then he kept apologising, because according to this palmistry expert I'm going to have a hard life ahead of me. Apparently it's going to be difficult for me to find The One, because I have sky-high expectations and needs that are difficult to fulfil. I beg to differ; that's an unfair statement to make because plainly, I'm a girl with simple needs who doesn't have sky-high expectations! I reckon that Life is never easy for anyone, because Life is such that one never ever gets what one truly desires (just like tonight).
I should get to sleep, there are tons of things to be done tomorrow. Picnic at Ørested Parken, Roskilde bracelets to be collected at Soupanatural, Guinness with Michael, and all the random errands to be done in preparation for Roskilde Festival. And also, we've already watched the sun rise so I guess there's nothing left to do, except to sleep. Goodnight, world.
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