If I had a dollar for every time someone told me No, said No to my resume or just plain said No to my advances, or to any other request of mine, I'd be rich.
Sometimes the Yes's are so few and far between that you tend to forget if you've ever heard Yes. Or sometimes I think the people who said Yes, were probably mistaking me for someone else and said Yes, without meaning to. Because of that I have somewhat built this negative repertoire around me, where I am seeped in negativity and pessimism. It's part of the expectations of rejection or failure, or the brick wall, so much so that when it's removed I fall hard. I glanced the object of my affection, hos xmas pictures holding his wife. You could tell he loves her dearly and she loves him just as much. They looked good together and i looked foolish for ever thinking, or considering what could be, just like I have always been, foolish me considers a future with impossible you. How foolish, this must all sound.
Is today going to be a swift good day or is it going to drag out? I am not quite sure. All I know is it's 9.30 and I am exhausted and I got here before everybody else in this office since everybody and their uncle decided to get here when they damn well pleased. I don't know why I do this considering that I didn't get good points for my punctuation. I just do that because I can. It's part of my culture to be prompt and polite, and warm (at times) and sweet, and just generally everything else that's good that I hardly find in anybody else.
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