WARNING: This may be a slightly whiny post. I am usually pretty adult, but I am in serious need of an old-fashioned tantrum.
Or hugs. Hugs would be good.1
It is almost the end of May. Guess how many times I’ve been camping or to how many camping events I have been to this year?
I’ll give you a hint.
I’m not saying that I didn’t have a fun vending at Comicpalozza in Houston this past weekend. I did. I’m just saying that there was somewhere I’d rather have been. And that has been true a few times already this year.
I blame the therapist. She’s all “set your boundaries and keep them” and “be more assertive with your needs” and other random bullshit like that. So, of course my inner ten-year-old was all like “lalalala, I can’t hear you” when making plans.
Karma can be such a regret-filled bitch, can’t it?
I guess I will just have to be more proactive with myself in the future. And I will certainly be more likely to have my updated calendar with me at *ALL TIMES*.
Well-played Universe. Well-played.
1 – Another warning: This is not a post asking for advice. This is a post listing some regrets and suchlike.