No less than 24 hours and we were back together again. All the king's horses and all the king's men pretty much stood around with their thumbs up their asses.
You guys have no idea what the hell I'm talking about. Could it be because I haven't updated in...oh, three days?! GASP. A few of you have threatend to kill me. A few of you have cried to me at parties asking why I don't update. A few of you go by the name of "Oh, Naive One". A few of you already know what I'm talking about. A few of you know what's going on in my life.
Enough of that rant and back to the matter at hand.
Sometime on Thursday, was it? I wasn't feeling well. Nearly all of my phobias had kicked in.
My Phobias:
Mormons: They all look alike. Maybe they all share genes through their numerous wives. I'm terrifed of uniformity. They all look alike, they all dress alike. It's scary...Well, on that day: Holley of the Mutant Snowmen said that I looked like a Mormon.
Commitment: I've seen relationship after relationship break apart leaving at least one person crying like they're going to flood the world again on their grief alone. I don't want that to happen to me. I also know of people who have clung to someone even after that person has obviously left them for greener pastures. It's heart rending.
My mom brought up my relationship on the way to the Most Boring Weekend Of My Life. Or the National Peanut Festival. She said that I should stop "leading [LustBunny] on". I didn't know how to reply to that. My feelings were so confused, so deranged, that it took days to sort them out.
Comfort: It's such a foreign concept that, when I find it, I tend to become nervous that it'll be fleeting. That'll I'll have to go without it once again.
Those are about all the phobias that kicked in that day. Then, to top it off, I was sick. Physically as well as mentally this time.
When I got home from school, I signed on and was instantly bombarded by LustBunny asking if he could see me. When I asked Overlord if I could he could come over, I got the worst words that I have ever heard in any of my relationships.
No. You'll see him tomorrow, at church
You could almost hear the ominous theme music playing in the back ground. It was then that I snapped. For nearly three days LustBunny and I had been arguing nearly every "conversation" we'd had.
When I returned to LustBunny, I purposely started to bring up how my family wasn't going to let this be "easy". How we hardly ever get to see each other. Along with how my grandparents want to turn our relationship into a "godly" one.
We decided it best to "take a break". I cried myself to sleep that night. Knowing that I had fallen into the trap that emotion had left for me.
Today's Preferred Torture Method: Emotions
The Other Voices In My Head: Dune-Frank Herbert
Sounds Bite: Lonely-Trust Company