Beta Fishy
A Texas girl trying to navigate the rough waters of love, life and relationships.
Wednesday, November 21, 2007
Shopgirl
Last night I watched a movie, all curled up on my couch, dog snuggled in my side and hand resting on the boy. Suddenly the relationship playing out on the scene left me slightly breathless. It was as if someone had peeked into my past. As the girl falls in love with her slight older, seemingly socially challenged lover, I cringe. I want to sit down next to her and warn her. When he cheats on her and then confesses, saying that some how he imagined that it would be all right, I want to laugh out loud. I think that I have heard that same sentence before. In another life, a different time, when I loved one that did not love me. Do we all have this story? Is that why I could watch it being played out in front of me? Strangers that did the same painful dance that I have. The ending when he apologizes for all that he did to her, saying that he did love her brings tears to my eyes. Reminding me of a similar sad moment. Tears that dry as our heroine runs to the arms of someone that does love her. A hopeful sigh slips from me as the boy pulls me close and helps dry those tears.
Labels: Strange little fishy
Tuesday, November 20, 2007
Please stop kicking me...
I will not cry at work, I will not cry at work. That is my mantra, but the tears keep flowing. I keep hiding in the bathroom, so that no one sees that they have broken me. No gossip or cutting remarks from me, in other words I don’t play the office game well. And for some reason this week it seems that the games is being forced on me. Every time one problem is seemingly solved, someone else is screaming at me. To top it all off, my work support system has failed me. I should have known better. So it is off to the stall again to dry my tears on rough, cheap toilet paper.
Labels: Work
Tuesday, November 13, 2007
Soul mates
Ms. Badu, born on the same date and the same year right here in the lone state state. Sometimes her words just seem to speak to me. I think it is a Pisces crush. When I feel lost and at sea, I long to just get lost in songs and not speak.
So I invite you to enjoy the words, and feel empowered.
Labels: Strange little fishy