Well, it used to be all about me, and I guess in a way it still is (at least on here, anyway). But recently there's been a rather massive change in the world of the Miglet. It's a good change and it's happened rather easily, I must say, but it still makes me wonder ... how the fuck has this happened?
Somehow I've gone from being a single, carefree, booze-hag and Pony picker-upper, to a not-so-single, still pretty carefree, booze-hag, who wouldn't dream of drunkenly picking up Pony randoms. It's quite disturbing, but in a good way. And that disturbs me even more!
It's about expectations, I think. And I don't really know how to deal with people who have expectations of me. My parents never really did, or if they did, they never really expressed them ... except for the usual, be a good person and don't take the Lord's name in vain. The latter, too easy. The first, not so easy.
But I digress. It's a strange phenomenon to have suddenly let someone into my life after spending years not worrying about anyone but myself. I struggle with letting friends in, so anything more than that is, well, fucking massive. I find, however, that I kind of like it. I like that my 2am drunken text messages are met with a smile and not a grimace. I like that my weekends are semi-planned with someone else beforehand, because I want that someone else to play with me, too. I like that there's someone who will buy me water when I'm drunk, naively thinking that I would be responsible enough to put down my bourbon and maybe save myself from an almighty hangover the next day (which we all know will never happen). I like all of it and more.
I like it so much it scares me.
(In a good way ... of course).
