but i am trying.
it is a painful endeavor.
i find myself thinking, "hey! pay attention to me! i know i'm not as pretty or smart as she is, but i'm not all that bad. am i?"
maybe i am. maybe that's my problem.
i have a bad habit of falling for people who won't fall for me. and i've always wanted to ask those people to make a list of reasons why i'm not good enough.
instead, i ask them what their perfect partner is like.
it's essentially the same thing.
my mother always asks me about what's wrong with the people i'm friends with. "why aren't they dating you? what's their problem?" i side-smile and half-shrug. "i don't know, mom." i'm glad that she always talks about my friends being the ones with the problem, and not me. she told me the other day that my life is going to be like My Best Friend's Wedding. except i'm gonna be dermot mulroney, and whichever friend of choice is going to be julia roberts. i only hope that i marry someone better-looking than cameron diaz. better yet, i hope that cameron diaz will understand when i ride off into the sunset with juila roberts (which i think is a much better ending, personally). chances are, my life will be much closer to Win a Date with Tad Hamilton, only kate bosworth will run away with josh duhamel and i, topher grace, will weep uncontrollably. and claim they are tears of joy, because i am the ever-supportive best friend. *siiiiiiiiiiigh.* happy weekend-before-valentine's-day.
bye for now.