In which I am joined by Eliot. He wants to start a 90s cover band, but neither of us sing. The set list is epic ... if we can ever learn all the songs. Or find a vocalist.
Wowsers....
Crazy to think, I'm now 32 years old. I've toured with my idol doing comedy shows. I've released a comedy album. I was a celebrity bodyguard. I have a wonderful career in insurance when I'm not doing comedy. I was a professional paranormal hunter for almost a decade, and visited some of the most haunted places in America.
I guess what I'm getting at is... Crazy the way life has gone since I last used this. On my prior journal entry, I would not have been able to guess one of the above things would happen in my life. Crazy to think.
Why does no one want to marry me? Am I not good enough for it?
I shouldn't even be asking myself that question. I know I'm not good enough to be someone's wife. The men that I've been with have indicated that. The first, obviously. The second, pretty much there.
I have grown up in a society that has told me that that's all I'm good for. I've learned that I'm not even good enough for that. The little I must amount to...
I could settle and marry someone I don't love. I could be Cath. When will this flame of hope finally die inside me so that I can stop moving forward and resign to my fate to never get what I want in life? I hope it dies soon so that I can too.
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2019 13 June :: 4.27pm
:: Music: The Best of Me - The Used
Most of the time I think of wonderful, exciting things to do, I just don't do them because I have no one to do them with. Concerts, movies, trips... I've missed out on so much shit. Then I try to do stuff alone and the enjoyment goes from possible 100 to like 12. It's just no fun by myself.
