inedible passions. tasty little braindump.

I don’t do jack shit on my fbook anymore, and looking at the “People You May Know” page (the spawn of boredom + curiosity), I just realized that it’s a yearbook of folks who don’t really like me (I think so, ‘cause I don’t like them…!):

- I couldn’t fit in high school because they all thought I was pretending to have a Western upbringing (you can’t make this ish up, all the bullies and my actual international upbringing), and I didn’t fit the mold of “pretty, slutty IS [int’l student] girl” I wasn’t a ho; I was just fugly. Thus, me = easy target.

- I couldn’t fit in uni because I started getting all spiritual and shit while everyone was clubbing and doing Valium with their other drug cocktails. Baptist girl? Ain’t hard to guess the outcome of that one.

- I didn’t make a lot of lasting friendships (or useful networks) in my first job after graduation because I was too busy fucking, getting fucked up and fucking people over. File under: Bad Karma.

I’m trying to get back into (sorta) social networking in order to prepare myself for networking amongst bean counters (my future profession), but sometimes I wish I could make my past (and most of the people in it, save for my dearest friends) disappear.

Can’t I just start over at 26? A truly clean slate? Why does this have to be a necessary evil? Fuck fuck fuck.