Truth is, we all want to matter to someone. We want to be treated extra-special. Like, we command them to make us their priority. We want them to pay a lot of attention. We want them to care, to check us from time to time. We want them to talk to us like we’re the only person they have in their life. We demand a lot. And we don’t see the wrong in it. Do we? Do we notice that we’re being too possessive and bossy? Do we notice that we are crossing the line? I mean, we are acting beyond our limitation. D’you think it’s right? To try to rule over one’s life? I suppose it’s not.
Urghhhhh fight again fight fight fight
why are we always fought???
why can’t we just talk and listen to eachother
after weeks of not talking we spent another 10 minutes fighting
I have so many things to tell, so many stories to let you know since you were away
but i guess i have to keep them to myself again
we are silly people…..
Birthday Party Sleepover
Thank God birthdays only come around once a year. I hope to never subject myself to the rigors of the Birthday Party Sleepover again. There were five seven-year-old girls. Might as well have been three times that. For the sake of my story, my daughter is an angel, okay? Your kid would be, too.
It was her party, and she was pulled in every direction. She tried to make everyone happy. That was hard, mainly because of the mix of kids at the party.
She ruined everything fun by presenting the pros and cons of each and every situation and killing the other kids with facts. She had to call her dad at 3 am because she found out the hard way that she was allergic to cats when her eyes swelled shut.
The Bad Kid
Numb as a box of hair. Tried to get everyone else in trouble. Constantly sang dirty songs and wanted to take off her pajamas and swear and watch R rated movies. I know, I know, like most of us on Tumblr, and we turned out all right.
The Chubby Kid
She asked three questions: “When are we having supper?” “When are we having a snack?” “When are we having breakfast?” She was the life of the party, actually.
Too good for what everyone else was doing. Didn’t want to watch a movie. Didn’t want to play outside. Didn’t want to go to sleep. Curled up with a stuffed animal and didn’t say a word all night.
If they’re all still friends when this slumber party is over, it will be some kind of miracle. I don’t know when the next sleepover is, but I hope I won’t be there to witness it. I’ve had enough of the birthday party version of the Breakfast Club for one year, maybe forever.