Like a Dream

My neighbours hate me. Except for the ones who totally love me and bring me cupcakes. I'm a little bit OCD and blog writing takes a special kind of ritual. There's always a song, which I listen to over and over and over again while I write. 

Apparently my friends who slept over Saturday night were texting each other (in front of me, in my living room) about how my new song made them want to jump out the window. Hey - you wanna sleep in my bed? My rules, my music. 

While I may be still having pajama parties in my 30s, I feel like I've been a grown-up for way too long. 

Yes, this is a vent-y blog. 

So I started seeing someone new. It was all lovely until I told him my story. Then it was more like, see ya later (like never). And I really wouldn't have told it so soon in, except he told me this terrible story about his life and then I kinda felt like I'd be lying not to reveal I was the same amount of messed up. 

Now, I've actually decided not to tell that story, ever again. And maybe never date again. I would consider becoming a lesbian, but they look like even more work than men. 

My family is having a bit of a challenging time, and it might be because I'm the oldest, or because none of my parents live in the city, but I can't help but be stressed. I actually feel like I've been the parent here for many, many years. So long, in fact that I'm too exhausted to even think about having my own children. 

I was always a romantic and I can't help but wonder how life went from exciting, endless possibilities to a parade of disappointments and douchebags?

I may not be living the dream, yet, but I'm hopeful that someday my mind will stop racing, I'll be able to sleep and things will work themselves out. If you have any ideas for my new back story, feel free to post a comment. I'm thinking Witness Protection program. (Get it? Cause I'm an ex-jw? ...Hmmm...not laughing, huh? All my ex-boyfriends tell me I'm not funny...)