But if you try sometimes, you might find…
OK, so I’m not always the best at getting what I need. I get so freaked out by conflict sometimes that I just swallow every little dissatisfaction until I burn a hole in my guts or just start crying for “no reason” which in reality is 100 reasons all smushed together. This being the case, I guess it’s not surprising that I blew a gasket last night on the street (just like a troubled teen!) because I couldn’t resign myself to a birthday with no cake and candles and fuss made over me. LCF asked why I hadn’t just asked for that last night, and I just kind of stared at him through my swollen, puffy eyes, with an expression that conveyed something along the lines of “Uhhh…ummm…uh.” Seriously. WTF? After the gym, we totally got our cake on at Cafe Orlin with candles and singing and everything, and I felt all special and not hysterical anymore. So, for those of you playing along at home, the score is now, AGE: 31, MATURITY:0.