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I'm not the bulimic kind of crazy. I do not cry at the condition of the sink, etc. I am feeling bad because I behaved badly from sunday to thursday and I was rude to some complete strangers (not verbally rude, but, you know, gave them the rude VIBE) because they didn't meet my expectations and I was paying them for a service they didn't perform to my liking or expectation. Having expectations for an alcoholic is a set up for a resentment which makes you nuts and maybe not be sober (or, this is what they tell me). I hate that I don't work my ass off at being sober and then I'm all surprised when the little fookin demon bites my ass.
Yeah, I'm an attention whore at times. I'm not marichiko though. Thanks for that, UT. Some days I am filled with self-loathing. This is one of them.
I DO appreciate everyone's input. Thank you for caring enough to even reply to what must seem like a borderline move.
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In Barrie's play and novel, the roles of fairies are brief: they are allies to the Lost Boys, the source of fairy dust and ...They are portrayed as dangerous, whimsical and extremely clever but quite hedonistic.
"Shall I give you a kiss?" Peter asked and, jerking an acorn button off his coat, solemnly presented it to her.
—James Barrie
Wimminfolk they be tricksy. - ZenGum
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