for some reason this makes writing an anthropology paper easier: pretending to blog about evolution. oh gosh, i love who i am, especially when it's just me and there is no man to interefere with that. i keep intact. i swear i'm sex and the city's carrie bradshaw. argue with me, agree with me, i don't care, but this whole relationship thing is for the birds. there's something about a man and a woman, and i can't put my finger on it. tieing yourself up in someone's life, or letting them wrap themselves all up around yours, is petrifying to me. it's stiffening. turns all of us women into pretty, unmovable, nervous lip biting, pen cap chewing, stressed statues of ourselves. perhaps it's because we're living in someone else's flawless ideas of ourselves, temporarily okay with it, for the sake of feeling adored and praised for being. and while we're like the statue of liberty before it was green to this person, we have other ideas of ourselves in mind.
some kind of freedom. single am i, and single i want to stay. for, like, ever.
love yourself today.
and education. (that was directed to me.)
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