Unequal Likeness and Other Sadness in a Jar
You know that thing where you like a person a lot and you think they like you, but then their actions show you that they don't like you as much as you thought or hoped, and you realize on the teeter-totter of likeness, you are the fat one?
Now I can say, "Well, these things happen" instead of "What is wrong with me?" because there is something wrong with everyone, it doesn't mean people can't like you anyway. You didn't do anything wrong enough. These things just happen! It still sucks, though.
So, shockingly, this has happened to me at times. I know, right? The nerve. And there are other disappointments I've experienced, and letdowns, and unfilled expectations. And I didn't want to carry these around with me, so I got some rocks and wrote names and/or words on each rock and put them in this jar. (I've turned the rocks around so you can't see the names/words; I never know who is reading this blog, so I err on the side of caution.)
And that's where they stay.
Now I can say, "Well, these things happen" instead of "What is wrong with me?" because there is something wrong with everyone, it doesn't mean people can't like you anyway. You didn't do anything wrong enough. These things just happen! It still sucks, though.
So, shockingly, this has happened to me at times. I know, right? The nerve. And there are other disappointments I've experienced, and letdowns, and unfilled expectations. And I didn't want to carry these around with me, so I got some rocks and wrote names and/or words on each rock and put them in this jar. (I've turned the rocks around so you can't see the names/words; I never know who is reading this blog, so I err on the side of caution.)
And that's where they stay.
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