Went for a run this evening. It occurred to me that I need to work on my self-esteem, and running does wonders for my confidence. Strengthens my core. Swear pouring unchecked out of my body in rivulets seems to cleanse me.
I let that stupid cow Cari get to me because of my own sense of insecurity regarding my intellect. When she brushed me off with that smug, smarmy, self-important, superior way of hers, it made me shrivel inside. The truth is, I'm no fucking slouch in the brains department, just because I found value in other things or took a different approach, so fuck that stupid heifer anyway.
I just hate that I get tongue-tied in the case of such adversity, when what I'd really like to do is argue intelligently in my favor.
Oh, and as Cari was the one who informed the class about the Sunday writing group, suffice to say I won't be attending those.
Last time I went jogging before tonight was the night I found Heidi and brought her home. I phoned the spaniel rescue lady because I'd been keeping an eye out on their website and haven't seen Heidi yet, so I was worried. The lady told me that Heidi has a bad case of heartworms and needs treatment before adoption, but that she'll be on the website in another month or so. Poor Heidi, I hope she finds the loving home she deserves, bless her little spirit.
I have a tendency to attract people, women particularly, who turn out to have terribly overbearing, insufferable personalities. Why is that? It reminds me very much of my mother's persona when I was a kid. Anne, my dolly buddy, is turning out to be one of them. All the negativity and carping starts to make me feel like one of those gophers you pound on the head at Chucky Cheese's.
Well, let me get some dollying done before I turn in. I need to make up for those ridiculous Velvet dolls I bought.
Tuesday, June 28, 2005
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About Me
- Name: Newpeep, N.D. (neurotic depressive)
- Location: United States
Whateya need to know about me? Hmmm, I'm not clever enough to summarize myself concisely. Guess I'm underdeveloped, a late bloomer. Still trying to find my way in the world. I've already found my way *into* the world, which I suppose is a step in the right direction ... isn't it?
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2 Comments:
You're right, there is something about sweating and cleansing. It's like everything else fades and it's just you working your body and the sweat as existence. I should have run tonight, but I napped instead...doh...
LOL! I should have run last night and ... did something instead, except I can't remember what. ;-P
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