Oh yes, there is a fashion trend that is re-emerging since the finale of Sex and the City: It's Neuroses. And I mean neuroses about everything. No wonder I'm still in a box.
What I mean by all this is I always knew I was a bit on the neurotic side, but it occurred to me last week some time that I think I may have gone overboard. Especially as it pertains to career and relationships aka sharing romantic space with some dude (as if he would be that random).
I've always been pretty cautious. Now I'm uber cautious with a big umlaut. I'm not just wondering if the pots overhead will fall on top of me, but wondering if I'll meet I guy that wants to have kids when I don't and will he mind if I give up for adoption. I'm also wondering if I'll end up in a cardboard box vs. living in my sister's house well into my early 30s. All this most likely stems from something way back when...
I'm a control freak. I won't even let Jesus in on an administrative decision. A lot of things have gone wack in my life starting from childhood. The folks broke up due to a little thing called voluntary pharmaceutical misuse, a lack of an economic stimulus package, the disordered experience of single parent living, and a plethora of other family drama.
And now there's me in my 20s trying to pray and work my way beyond all this stuff. And that's when I discovered how anxious and paranoid I am about my future, probably more so than I really need to be. It's the color I've worn for so long that I can't remember ever being in another shade.
It's my fashion statement for this season. I'm surprised SJP hasn't caught on yet. The makers of SATC should let me style for the next film becaue Lord knows Carrie Bradshaw and Charlotte York Goldenblatt have been copping my style since that show aired, ended, and the movies were being made. I even have red shoes to match.
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