Jaws dropping and limbs trembling

A fateful box appeared in the corner of my screen today...

I've received a new e-mail. Not overly surprising. From Facebook. Again, not overly surprising, until... wait. I quickly rule out the possibilities--I haven't posted on anyone's wall recently who hasn't gotten back to me afterwards; I don't think I'm in any new pictures that people could be posting; No, not that... that can't be it either.

So curiosity gets the best of me, and I need to check immediately what Facebook is informing me of. So I click the box and wait. A ridiculously long time, made excruciatingly painful by the slow pace of my computer and my inquiring mind. The e-mail opens. I take a quick glance.... and panic.


I swear, you've never felt fear until you've seen the name of your potential, near-boyfriend's ex-girlfriend in your inbox saying that she's sent you a message on Facebook.

"I don't want 48 uninterrupted hours"

So it's not uncommon for the average TV viewer to find themselves able to relate to a particular character on a randomly selected TV show, right?

Grey's Anatomy. While some of the plot lines are wildly unnatural, you can't help but stop and think who you're most like. Me? I always saw bits of Meredith and Izzy in myself, but I won't get into the actual qualities of theirs that I feel I possess.

And yet somehow through tonight's episode, I discovered that (stripping away the male anatomy and the title of neurosurgeon, of course) I've become McDreamy.

Going too far.

So I've never indicated in any way that I think that I've made perfect decisions in my life. I recognize that I've done some pretty stupid things, and I even have that lovely curse of replaying them over and over in my head, analysing them until there's nothing left to think about. Until I start all over again, of course, and it actually makes me sick to my stomach.

It's fair for people to be disappointed with some of the things I'm done, maybe to be a little angry or whatever. But things just get hypocritical when, it turns out, the other people are doing similar things. They're just not telling people about them, so they get away with it. They get to throw out the disappointed attitudes with regards to my actions, but keep silent about their own. The 'holier than thou' thing has got to stop.



On a slightly different note... finally a friendly person in this city. I had a lovely elevator chat this morning, followed by a nice walk to the street. Unfortunately, the guy now likely thinks I'm stalking him.

Jonezetta

Backstabber. Backstabber. Backstabb-a-e-er.

So many people in disguise. Just stab me in the face for once, would ya?