Meg's Overdramatic Worries
2/3/2007
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Dan
Today, Dan called me fat. He just blurted out,.. hey you are getting fat. 5'6" and 120 lbs and he calls me fat. I think that is amusing. I don't think I am fat; although, I have put on weight. I ususally eat at my work (a cafeteria), most of my day's calories come from that meal. Anyway, due to a new work schedule, I have just switched from a eating lunch there to eating dinner there 6 days a week. Instead of eating a huge lunch and then walking to class, I am eating a huge dinner late and then going home to study for a while and go to sleep. All that food left in my stomach just turning to lard. It really can't be good for my body. But that statement reminded me of why I like dan. He is so damn blunt and he doesn't even realize it. He is a bright guy and he doesn't even think twice about calling a girl fat. I respect how he lives. He just is. He is grubby, brash. And yet he lives in a way I will never be able too. I rationalize everything. I worry constantly. He lives so carefree. Life just is what it is and he is not going to question anything. A life with no worries. Must be nice.
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