also last night I was reminded that I apparently had a 3 1/2″ floppy disc as a bff when I was a very small child
my dad gave it to me to play with and I took it everywhere and slept with it and chewed on it (I was REALLY small ok? IDK I have the distinct memory of what a floppy disc casing tastes like) and probably bathed with it and had adventures outside and now I wonder what became of it.

I also had a telephone cord that I loved/played with/chewed on, which they gave me to stop me playing with/tying up the real ones, but I do still have that somewhere.

if you want to be friends with me be warned, there is a 100% chance that at some point, I will suddenly burst into bad-karaoke-singing a song that was popular before either of us were born.

if this hasn’t happened yet, you haven’t known me long enough.

@brittandbiscuits

^^ thank you. I needed to hear this. I also sort of didn’t realize I actually posted that last night in an apparent fit of frustration. (I write a lot of stuff that never makes it to “post”). Oops.

But…yeah. You’re right. I know a lot of people younger than me who got married years ago and are already in the middle of messy divorces, with children involved, and it’s very sad. I know that if I’d gotten married when they did, or even three years ago, I would be miserable.

The funny thing is, I’ve never really…pursued dating? When it happened, it just happened. I always brushed off the “so when are you going to get yourself a husband?” questions like they were so much sofa lint. I assumed I’d grow up, get married, etc, because that was part of the Plan For My Life, but it was never a strong desire. “I’ll take one career please, oh and I guess a side order of spouse”.

Now, I feel like…I really wish I could find a life partner. Which feels really selfish to me, since financially and physically, I’m in a bad place and not likely to get any better. But darnit, I want what I want.