She basically assured me that she considers me an adult and is sure I can handle things myself. Then she made sure I knew that she didn't think I was thinking things through, and she wanted me to look at things from different perspectives.
Okay. So I was patient and nice, and promised I would keep her apprised of my social life's future twists and turns. She took that as meaning that I welcomed her wisdom, and proceeded to tell me all sorts of sticky details about her own experiences, and which days of the week were the best to get produce from the local grocery store.
Oh My.
Kirstin was confused this morning, and almost made me cry. Forest had come in late and crashed on my couch last night, and when she came down for breakfast he was in the shower. He's a grump in the morning, and I was poking fun at him for being such a slowpoke. When he came out of the bathroom, Kirstin said "Oh, I thought you were Friend."
She went on to explain that she had hoped Friend would move in for a while, but she guessed he wouldn't, but she misses her little sister.
She wasn't really sad or dramatic, but it made Forest's eyes teary, and I got a little catch in my throat. I guess I will have to have a talk with her later on so she can know how things are going to be, and not get her hopes up like that.
It almost felt good to choke up. I'm afraid I've forgotten what it's like to really *feel* anything. I don't want to lose touch with my emotions. Of course, I don't want to be a flake, either. That's a fine line to toe, but I hope to get there.
Right now I wish I could cry. I sit down and try to, and I can't. What's wrong with me?
