In which I'm sad

I'm getting the impression that in spite of his sweetness, the homecoming king is still a man with plenty of androgens and very muchly visually stimulated. He was really very sweet to me when I was wearing the skank top (Yay! I invented a new term!!!) that was . . . skanky -- at least, as far as I was concerned, it was. If you don't know what I'm talking about, stop now and read Tuesday's post. Today I was wearing a sweater and a jacket that covered everything -- not cuz I didn't feel comfortable showing it -- it was just COLD. I saw him twice but he didn't even acknowledge me. Can't he give me a break? So yeah, I admit that I used to be cold all the time even when it was warm. But then I got over it and I'm only cold now when I have a legitimate reason to be cold -- like when it's windy and only 40 degrees. Days like today. I think wearing a sweater today was legit and acceptable, even to those who are warm all the time . . . Thus, I think the only reason he was nice to me on Monday was because of the skank top.

I went to a motivational speaker tonight. It was a guy -- don't know his name -- who was born without legs. He has the most awesome attitude. He says that everyone has a disability -- it's just that some people's are more obvious than others'. Whatever is a challenge to us is our own personal disability. For the longest time, mine was my past. But I learned to deal with it and function in spite of it. It's still somewhat of a disability (like it's hard for me to get jobs and easy for me to start to feel sorry for myself) but I recognize it and I'm working on it. And I'm trying not to let it get me down. He was SO good. I don't think I've laughed so hard since . . . well, probably since May when Z told me that I should go live with the Amish. (That's only funny because the Amish and I would fight over doctrinal differences and they'd tell me to shut up cuz I'm just a woman and I'd tell them to shut up because I AM a woman and I probably know more about stuff than they ever will.)
~MK