Is probably the singularly most unsettling thing to ever exist on the internet
You are very demanding in a relationship, whether a romantic or platonic one. And yet there is an unperceived irony in that while you demand much from a partner, you are always somewhat reserved yourself. There is an unconscious desire to insure that your partner is more emotionally committed than you are, and this holds true for every relationship you have ever had. You may only be partially conscious of the lack of true emotional depth that you can bring to bear in a relationship. But now you know.
To others you will likely seem introverted and suspicious. Disappointment has lead you to withdraw from the world and to seek solace in yourself. Ironically, you have a naturally naive and excitable personality that has previously led you astray or has caused problems socially. You are often afraid of your own enthusiasm. A constant fear of being exploited has lead you to a natural cynicism and a suspicious attitude.
I mean, kind of….? There’s certainly a few eerily accurate truths in there, but there’s also a few eerily accurate truths in the horoscope in the back of Cosmo… >_>
So, I just spent 90 minutes in the mac lab at my school doing other people’s work.
I’m in a web design class, and I kind of stuck at coding, but that’s kind of alright, at least for now, because in our group project, I’m not the web developer. In my group of four, there’s a creative director, a graphic designer, a project manager (that’s me), and a web developer.
Each of us has a job that’s pretty self-explanatory from the title… But NONE of the these bitches shows even the slightest care about their jobs, or about the project, or about anything. And they’re SO DUMB. UGH.
So, even though all my job should entail is writing copy, meeting with the professor and circulating his feedback to the rest of them, I’ve ended up putting together 3 of our 6 pages for our mock website.
And even though I can’t write HTML or CSS for my life, I’ve managed to fix the two pages they already tried to make but failed horribly at, and put a third page together as well for class tomorrow.
Then I wrote them all a passive-aggressive email:
Don’t worry though; I fixed the greeting and the signing off parts to be less… true.
“My cousin Helen, who is in her 90s now, was in the Warsaw ghetto during World War II. She and a bunch of the girls in the ghetto had to do sewing each day. And if you were found with a book, it was an automatic death penalty. She had gotten hold of a copy of ‘Gone With the Wind’, and she would take three or four hours out of her sleeping time each night to read. And then, during the hour or so when they were sewing the next day, she would tell them all the story. These girls were risking certain death for a story. And when she told me that story herself, it actually made what I do feel more important. Because giving people stories is not a luxury. It’s actually one of the things that you live and die for.”—Neil Gaiman (via rebuildourcities)