Damaged

I went to Cirque with a coworker tonight. Corteo. It was interesting. Not as gut wrenching as some of the other shows I have seen but it was still good and I'm sad that it's over. I supplemented my fridge magnet collection, bought a key chain that I have no intention of using as such, and a reusable canvas bag. I'm such a sucker for Cirque paraphernalia.

Overall, I had a pretty decent day. Morning was off to a slow start. My hostess' car broke down and she broke down shortly after her husband refused to rescue her. Seems as though all is not well in the land of newlyweddedness. There was crying and shocking low self-esteem to match my own. Dim sum for lunch followed by Kits Beach for the afternoon. There was much discussion about relationships and marriage.

I came to the conclusion today that I am just as damaged as Grey, if not more so. I definitely deserve what he doles out to me. I accept it and that's okay, even if it does make me cry randomly in the dark when I watch beautiful women play with hula hoops on a tightrope. I think that I will be single and live alone forever. No more boyfriends. Certainly no husband(s) or babies. No cats either though. At least, not for a very long time. Until all my friends' babies are toddling and that's the only way to prevent them from coming over.