Decisiveness
Decisive. That´s what I am. When I make a decision, no one can possibly follow my speed. I go from white to black, from 0 to 100, on to off as quickly as anyone can say... bottle.
But that´s me, that´s me and my intuition. And it´s not that I am impulsive and change my mind afterwards, not at all, when I decide for something I go for it. Pragmatically.
So off I went, almost before even waking up. I just felt it in my whole body this morning: I don´t want to be with you any longer Mr Cosby. Flew off like a Nordic flamingo on high heals and in a too colourful pink dress. A real walk of shame, although this was not a one-nighter. Leaving him behind with a long baffled face, wondering what on earth was happening. And really. He had done nothing wrong. We were just wrong. And these things I know.
At least I gave it a try.
The Spinster is back. I´ve missed her.
2 comments:
hey! great stuff. I mean the post. Only you know about you and Mr Cosby. i'm sure he's nice but at the end of the day you can't fool the magkansla. Det ar den som kanns mest nar allt kommer till kritan.
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many thx darling, magkänsla -- gut feeling, you cannot get away from it, can you? bloody impossible to fool it. I wonder only if it is me, fooling my guts?
xx
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