More badness.
2002-12-02 at 8:53 p.m.

 

Shucks. I've thought of another reason why I am bad, bad, bad.

I'm engaged. To the beautifiously, splendidiforus, scrummy Mr Me. We are going to get married. I hear it's the natural progression of things. We like this.

What I don't like is all these crappy people around me getting engaged and married too. See how bad I am? You should all leave abusive notes in my guestbook. See my unsubtle hint that I want people to leave me messages?

So yeh. I'm bad.

This engagement is a big thing for me. It makes me feel warm and safe and loved. And I hope I make Mr Me feel the same. I mean this. Big time. And there's at least 3 couples around me at the moment who aren't feeling like this. And they've got engaged.

I'm probably not being fair. Maybe they are feeling this lovely connection and sense of responsibility and care. I just can't see it. And anyway, let's face it, what the hell has it got to do with me? Why should this devalue my engagement. It shouldn't. But it bloody does.

I never intended to get engaged, or married. I didn't. But now I want to. Because of Mr Me, not because of any biological clock. And now, it feels common, like everyone does it, and the choice I've made isn't important any more.

Meh.

I'm bad. And upset.

Mr Me is ill. I made him toad-in-the-hole though. See my caring side and love me!