I've got a lot going through my brain this morning. I'm not sure how to articulate any of it, except that my loneliness is getting to me. Most days I'm fine, and it takes something to set it off. Anyway... I've got some pictures.
Rachel bought me a cute little pumpkin. And my grandma bought me tons of Halloween decorations. Like these stuffed pumpkins.
His name is Albi Mortimer.
Another deco from my grandma.
Rachel traversing the treacherous terrain to retrieve a pumpkin.
Top center. He was the goal.
He's like a basketball.
Rachel's a model.
This is my little punkin family. They are cute. I will carve one of them or all of them later.
I put some spider webs under my fishy.
Another item from grandma, with Albi.
Oh and I had a date last night. It was fun.
I was talking to someone online yesterday and he called me "aggressive." I'm not sure how much I liked that word. I'm perfectly aware that I am a fiery girl. I know I talk too much and too loud and that I say things really matter-of-factly. I know that. I know I have strong opinions, and I know I can come off as being mean or rude. His word choice to describe me got me thinking.
I want somebody who can handle all of these things that I come with, enjoy them, challenge them, or even rival them. I want him to be able to do all of these things without pointing me out. Don't point out these qualities in me, just give it right back. Is that so much to ask?
Apparently so, because the last person I found who could do that really effortlessly decided to just up and ignore me. He would joke around with me, accept my abrasiveness without pointing it out, and be just as abrasive back at me. That. Is what I want.
Minus the ignoring.