downswing

Can feel myself slipping into the bitter old woman persona that I've always feared.

There were some twelveteens on the bus today and their ironic Caillou backpacks and pimples made me roll my eyes, for some reason. I've been noticing this more often, my intolerance of young and skinny people. Maybe it's the skinny thing that's bugging me more.

The warming weather is nice and all, but people are wearing less, tighter-fitting clothing. I don't "do" tight. My winter/always paunch is going nowhere fast and I don't see my lifestyle changing to accommodate a lot of exercise time (or any exercise time, really). It's just lucky I've got all this work to give me excuses; it's not like I have any sort of social life to get in the way.

I'm going to a couples party tonight and, even though I like the couples, it is disconcerting being the only single person among them. I mentioned to a bunch of friends who happen to be in couples (because, really, all but three people I know are in couples) that I was interested in going dancing tonight after dinner and all of them said they'd have to see how they, as a couple, felt later tonight. Like, I can't get singular people in a couple to make socialising/weekend plans with me. This makes me bitter. This makes me think I need to overcome my cat allergies so I can start going crazy and hoarding recycling and cats.