The painting on the wall is slightly crooked.

Damn you and your stupid stupidity.

By you I of course mean me.

Damn me and my stupid stupidity. Or at least my stupidity. I could do without it.

There was once this man that I was incredibly attracted to for a long time. Say, at least two years. More, really.

The first stupid thing was allowing myself to continue being attracted to him despite the knowledge that he did not return the compliment. While it is difficult to simply stop yourself from being attracted to someone, it is possible. I should've done everything in my power to get away from it.

The second stupid thing was writing about it. You may have noticed that I enjoy writing. I wrote about him. I lamented my attraction for him while at the same time justifying it.

The third stupid thing is the habit I have of reading things I've written long after they've been written.

Do you remember when we were young and some people would be called "boy crazy" or "girl crazy"? I was one of those girls that was called boy crazy. I was. I am.

This is a problem. I'm a boy crazy feminist.

I don't need a man, I just want one.