Truth in advertising
It's been brought to my attention that I am completely emotionally unavailable.
Apparently, this was news to no one but me. Even my fish (okay, virtual fish, who dwell happily in an online tank that I never have to clean thankyouverymuch), when presented with this information, were like, "well duh."
I guess the fact that even my fish are basically imaginary shoulda been a tipoff, huh? (We won't get into the fact that I discussed this issue with them.)
At any rate, I'm not the least bit upset about this revelation, if only because my profound level of detachment won't permit it.
In fact, I think I may even buy this t-shirt, with the intent to joyfully proclaim my achievement to the world...
...and, of course, to keep people away. That's what we call a win-win situation here in the Ninth Circle. Or, more correctly, what I call a win-win. Since, you know, there's no one else here. Except for my fake fish, that is. And they don't seem to give a shit about such things.
Apparently, this was news to no one but me. Even my fish (okay, virtual fish, who dwell happily in an online tank that I never have to clean thankyouverymuch), when presented with this information, were like, "well duh."
I guess the fact that even my fish are basically imaginary shoulda been a tipoff, huh? (We won't get into the fact that I discussed this issue with them.)
At any rate, I'm not the least bit upset about this revelation, if only because my profound level of detachment won't permit it.
In fact, I think I may even buy this t-shirt, with the intent to joyfully proclaim my achievement to the world...
...and, of course, to keep people away. That's what we call a win-win situation here in the Ninth Circle. Or, more correctly, what I call a win-win. Since, you know, there's no one else here. Except for my fake fish, that is. And they don't seem to give a shit about such things.
posted by Helen the Felon at 3:19 PM
6 Comments:
I think anyone who was born in the 70's is that way, actually.
You might be right about that. And there's the NYC factor, too...I was at least a smidge more welcoming when I lived in CO. Maybe.
This post seems too intimate to me. Could you back off a bit? I feel like you are strangling me with your needs.
Damnit, I was already buying you that shirt for Xmas.
I think you should ask your cat - she would know better.
That is, you know, if she gives a shit.
Holy crap. I knew that sounded familiar. It just occurred to me. (I was thinking about things I don't understand:
1. How does one "spoil a cat"?
2. What does "emotionally unavailable" mean?
The 2nd Mr. Cootie said that our relationship's demise was due to my "emotional unavailability" (he also accused me of "spoiling the cat" but...), and I have puzzled and puzzled over that and I still don't get just what it means.
Or is that in itself my answer?
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