So the boy was hitting on someone else. And obsessive psycho-stalker that she has turned into she has the new girl all figured out. What's strange is that the new girl he's hitting on is exactly like her. The same taste in clothes. The same taste in music. The same major. The same university( only a batch juniour). In fact she even remembers spotting her around the canteen stairs sometimes. And this has happened her before. There was another another boy before. Who liked another girl. She remembered thinking she was a lot like her too. Only taller. "What is it with these women? Is it just them? Or am I an assembly line product and there is nothing to differentiate me from the countless other women I know," she thinks as reaches into her jewelry box. Out come the new dangly earring's acquired from the BFF. Out come a dozen pretty silver bangles. There are toe rings, an anklet and pretty mojris with faded gold work. "My jingle jangle morning," she smiles as she catches her reflection in the auto on her way to work. "There, I can't be that bad!"
Sometimes happiness can be that simple.
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Jingle jangle morning are happy ones? I would try that if everyone I knew did not faint at the horror of me looking like a girl. But jingle jangle mornings does have a trilly note to it.
:) oh and those men - the ones you must have but who hit on women that seem to be like you - guess what - they do that because you're the unattainable goddess, woman! to be worshipped from afar.
But i've often wondered if that's a foolish way to feel better! bah, who cares.
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