After what seemed like something that I might possibly master (or at least make my way through alive) I have yet again landed myself in the twisted parallel universe of the not yet dead, but not yet thriving relationship. If anyone is totally unaware of exactly what I am talking about, please refer to this archive.
It's times like these when one begins to wonder why one is not immediately considering the possibility of becoming a lesbian because in all honesty, lesbians get it, women get it. We don't need to be told when something automatically changes to something else; we don't need to discuss our feelings with one another really because we already know. But guys, no; they don't understand and honestly they never will I'm sure. It's like when my dogs were puppies, one would shit on the carpet and even after numerous repititions of "No!" or "Bad dog!" they still wouldn't get it, so I would have to drag their asses over to the shit pile and shove their face in it and say, "Bad dog! Don't shit on the carpet! Noooooooo!" And even then sometimes they would turn their head and then just trot off as if the idea of shitting on the carpet had never crossed their minds as being a bad thing to do. Just Like A Male
Damn it, what does it take these days to get through to someone? Honestly, I think I'm done...full out lesbian, right here!
*Always.
Caitlin
p.s. - the lesbian part, I was only kidding.
Sometimes those most worthy of love are not made happy by it. ~Dangeous Liaisons
It is on the strength of observation that one finds a way; so we must dig and delve unceasingly. ~Claude Monet 1840-1926