Opportunity arises and I fall deeper into fear.
I can appreciate someone who will simply mention “if you need to talk I’m here,” even if they don’t totally get it.
I am absolutely tired of this idea that men think I am obliged to adhere to their expectations to soften the blow when I tell them I’m not interested. Besides the fact that I make very clear that my partner and I are in it for the long haul, a friendship doesn’t automatically mean you start dating or are even thinking about dating. This whole friendzoning concept is just an excuse to shed a bad light on people who AREN’T INTERESTED. “Oh sorry, I don’t like broccoli, well I’m just going to eat them anyway.” No. No I will not. Fuck your broccoli and fuck your entitlement.
Caught up with the mentor. Got drunk. Met her friends. Shit talked everyone and everything. It was so great.
Day 1 of actual classes. 8 hours total. Mind blown by theory. Already.
Actually adjusting well here, made some friends, have somewhat of a social llife. Who would’ve thought?