I just read this quote:
And the crazy part of it was even if you were clever, even if you spent your adolescence reading John Donne and Shaw, even if you studied history or zoology or physics and hoped to spend your life pursuing some difficult and challenging career, you still had a mind full of all the soupy longings that every high-school girl was awash in... underneath it, all you longed to be was annihilated by love, to be swept off your feet, to be filled up by a giant prick spouting sperm, soapsuds, silk and satins and, of course, money. ~Erica Jong
*WHACK*
I read that, and a few other things today and realized that I have become precisely what I never wanted to be!
I am so pissed off!
Not at some man that did anything to me. Not that I've lost track of everything I wanted to do because of some man. I did it! I did it all! My fault!
I am so sickened at myself and my inability to get over that sense of romanticism that I believed would be fulfilling. It's not! I was such a poseur!
Look at this riot grrrl sitting in this home that her husband paid for on her nice furniture and her crap load of kids not doing ANYTHING she wanted to do with her life. I am such a sell out!
*barf*