Now when you hit the coast, I hope you think of me, And how I'm stuck here with the ghost, Of what we used to be...
This week has been exceptionally good. I can't believe I actually said that, but it really has been a good week other than Stephanie breaking her wrist last night. Monday was great. The only thing to make Tuesday less-than-great was the Palladium meeting, but even that wasn't terrible enough to dispel the almost
movie-esque quality of the rest of the week. Yesterday was good...especially lunch, but I don't feel like elaborating. And today, my Spanish presentation was postponed until after Thanksgiving. The only thing about today is that I haven't seen Jason...which isn't unusual, but I've seen him every other day this week so it's kind of weird not to have randomly seen him today.
But anyway, as far as that situation goes...things aren't really any better. They're not bad. I mean, he's definitely doing a lot more subtle things as far as I'm concerned...but then
she is still in the picture. It's not like it's even all that big a deal. It's not like they're technically/officially together. Pretty much, according to the general consensus and the insight of my mother, he's just with her for sex...and he knows that I'm not a "friends with benefits" kind of girl.
I don't know...it's almost as if he's afraid to get involved with me. Like he thinks that by pushing me away or not doing anything with me he'll save me heartbreak if something were to happen to him. And if that's the case, then he's stupid. Whether we're together or not, I'm attached to him and it would kill me if he died. I've thought long and hard about his illness...and I've decided that it doesn't matter. I'm ok with it. Sure, it scares the hell out of me, but I think if he'd give it a chance the time we spend(t) together would be completely worth it...I just don't know how to make him understand that.
So yeah...pretty much everybody knows we like each other. Or at least they all think we should sleep together and get it over with. Apparently there's a lot of tension whenever we're together, in the same room, in the same vicinity...maybe that's why
she doesn't like me. The only question left to be answered in this screwed up situation is whether he'll stop being stupid.