I had a very Bridget Jones experience yesterday. Only there was no Mark Darcy at the other end of the sentence.
Have you ever received advice so banal you simply want to wad it up and throw it back into the face of the sender?
Certainly I needed a smack of something. But this smacked of — a platitude I didn't desire to receive.
No, really. I'm that stubborn. So much so, I refuse to see myself in the mirror of truth reflected by another.
At times, she's more comfortable in her imaginary world, then in her every day world.
It's in the packaging, or at least in the patterns, which are formed by a conversion of points, delivered on different days, in different ways. Eventually they knit themselves into a cohesive message. Only then can you suspend your disbelief; absorb the content; and wrap them around yourself in acceptance.