22. Crazy cat lady. Back to residing in Connecticut, trying to move to Toronto. Licensed cosmetologist, aspiring makeup artist. I collect vintage photographs of people who I don't know and drink way too much tea. I love the 50's and pastel colors.
“We are like roses that have never bothered to bloom when we should have bloomed and it is as if the sun has become disgusted with waiting” ― Charles Bukowski
Tonight at dinner we were talking about Canadian holidays; which lead to us talking about the origins of boxing day; which lead to my dad saying “When I think of the old days I think of how they had to shear sheep and spin their own wool to make blankets.”
I replied with, “When I think of the “old days” I think of the Black Plague and sewage in the streets.”
My dad told me they would have burned me at the stake for having my eye tattoo.
My mum said I would have just been firewood in general.
Welcome to my average family dinner conversations.
So when I went to the psychic 2 weeks ago, she brought up my ex. (As every single one of them does.)
And she mentioned how I’m damaged from it and that part of it is my trust issues. I’m very aware that I have trust issues, I’ve been fucked over in multiple ways.
But last nigh this guy was complimenting me, and I just sat there thinking “Wait is he being serious?” I think that’s what she means. I don’t trust that guys are genuinely interested in me because…..well thats a long story.
I have such a hard time believing them, even if I want to.
I have to go see this in person