Spoiler alert, I’m baby.
attention
oh. ok.
You know that thing where something’s such a huge fantasy that you never actually want to realize it because you just wouldn’t be able to keep yourself together?
Yeah.
That.
So maybe my favorite sensation is being completely overwhelmed.
“You would think she was on the stage. Of course, in her head she’s always on the stage. She is her own theater.” — Kate Atkinson, Life After Life.
I’ll admit that a lot of my fantasies revolve around me receiving a lot of attention.
Potential graduation presents/motivation to get this degree done.
Star’s visiting Sir in his neck of the woods. Right now the two are out and having a good time. I miss them both whole whole lot, and especially miss being able to hang out together.
Pup’s out on a date with a girl today and I’m really excited for him.
But, like, here I am holed up doing work and generally being stressed. And I really miss – with regards to both of these circumstances – being the center of attention.
/brat
« Etre adulte, c’est être seul. »
de Jean Rostand
The truth is that I don’t mind sharing at all as long as I get attention. I guess that says a lot about my values.
Because of my piercings having to heal, my nipples haven’t received any attention since the first few days of the New Year. Let’s say there’s some forms of attention I miss a lot more than others.
Me, during the hours when Sir and I are both actually awake and available.