Title: Oh boy.
June 12, 2009
It's been a long week. I take on some.. questionable responsibilities some days with the full mindset that t'will suck but I can handle it, which is true even though I don't particularly enjoy handling it. I get paid for being hassled, essentially, so what the hell am I expecting? I'm a person who full-on hates repeating myself and I work with small children, who ask you the same thing 60 times.. wanna know how that works? When you figure it out let me know because I have no idea.
I have now developed.. where it didn't exist before.. a specific kind of claustrophobia. I sound all sorts of evil I'm sure but you just have to witness it's craziness to feel the effect when I say that a particular child who likes to snuggle up to me... but doesn't just snuggle. She writhes around, climbing my body and lunging herself at my head and burrowing around like a ferret. It's an obsession, really, and otherwise she is a very sweet child whom I like very much and enjoy snuggling with the appropriate amount. If you need an equivalent it would be of a super nice guy you met at the coffee shop and liked who left a 7 part, 15 minute message on your answering machine before you even got home. Then you agree to see him and instead of saying 'hi' he puts his face in your boobs. Picture that in baby form. Yes so I now have a nice little phobia in my later 20s. Also she is a walking disaster which defies all logic but that is for another day. Who dives head first into a toilet?
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