Wednesday, November 3, 2010

137/365 FINE

Sometimes I don't hide things I should. I blurt a lot. And I vent my feelings fast and loose.

And I'm going to say it: the woman across the street just makes me mad now. Makes me really mad. Like "you don't want to know us, FINE!" and I can't write FINE big enough to make my point.

No news on that front, just continued lack of eye contact and response. I've waved a few times. Smiled. Said hi. And nothing from her. Like she's looking into the air. And it makes me mad. I want to yell at her: "Great, next time you get mugged, see if I care!"

But I would care. I would care and I'd try again and I'm hopeless that way.

1 comment:

Indigo Bunting said...

I have to admit, this does sound incredibly frustrating. No longer potentially shy.