: it's not my party, so I'll leave when I want to.
I guess I'm just not one for girls' nights out.
Some of the other ladies at the dojo invited me out for dinner, drinks (and surprise karaoke!!) and I didn't really enjoy myself very much. Granted, I tried to. I didn't let the nasty wreck on 635 damper my spirits, or even the scenic trip through Richardson that followed it. (Note to self, Alpha does NOT connect with 75.) But by the end of the night, I just wanted to go home.
And that should say a lot, because it was KARAOKE NIGHT... I never want to leave karaoke night.
I should have never asked her to read my cards. But she was doing readings for everyone there. And somehow I thought it would be fun. Granted, this is the same person, who when she met me back when I was only 17 or 18, said that she looked into my eyes, and found nothing there. That I was a pitiful hollow shell of a human being, completely empty inside. Why, given that fact, did I somehow think it would be fun... I don't know. But I made that mistake, nonetheless.
She claimed to be intuitive, to see things that she'd rather not see. She claimed to see things for me that she'd rather not see. And she assured me that she was there, if I needed someone to talk to. And by the time the reading was done, I was completely drained. It was like the energy that I had was sucked into her cards. I know that may sound strange, but it's the best way I can describe it.
I don't want her pity. And I don't want her help.
And I don't think I'll be accepting any more Girls' Night Out invitations from them in the near future either.
Current Lips: black with a white stripe
I guess I'm just not one for girls' nights out.
Some of the other ladies at the dojo invited me out for dinner, drinks (and surprise karaoke!!) and I didn't really enjoy myself very much. Granted, I tried to. I didn't let the nasty wreck on 635 damper my spirits, or even the scenic trip through Richardson that followed it. (Note to self, Alpha does NOT connect with 75.) But by the end of the night, I just wanted to go home.
And that should say a lot, because it was KARAOKE NIGHT... I never want to leave karaoke night.
I should have never asked her to read my cards. But she was doing readings for everyone there. And somehow I thought it would be fun. Granted, this is the same person, who when she met me back when I was only 17 or 18, said that she looked into my eyes, and found nothing there. That I was a pitiful hollow shell of a human being, completely empty inside. Why, given that fact, did I somehow think it would be fun... I don't know. But I made that mistake, nonetheless.
She claimed to be intuitive, to see things that she'd rather not see. She claimed to see things for me that she'd rather not see. And she assured me that she was there, if I needed someone to talk to. And by the time the reading was done, I was completely drained. It was like the energy that I had was sucked into her cards. I know that may sound strange, but it's the best way I can describe it.
I don't want her pity. And I don't want her help.
And I don't think I'll be accepting any more Girls' Night Out invitations from them in the near future either.
Current Lips: black with a white stripe
Current Mood: 
drained
drained