the catch.
please don’t get me wrong. i absolutely love when i tell people about my life, and what i do, and they say, ‘omg. you’re carrie bradshaw.’
it’s amazing to have compared yourself to (a fictional) someone for so long and then have that be the first person people think of when they meet you.
on the other hand, i have been stuck in season five carrie mode for entirely too long now. for at least three seasons, i have been dating the city i’m in. reevaluating my life. watching my friends get married and have babies. reminding myself of why it’s good for me to be single (i also had jackrabbit sex. see episode: the catch).
‘if i’d known you were just using me, i wouldn’t have made love to you like that.’
but i digress.
i’m ready to rewind and be a bit more of season three carrie (hot child in the city!), or, dare i say it, a season three samantha. i need to get out of my comfort zone, stop worrying, stop wondering how things are going to play out for me, and just make a fucking move. everything that i’ve ever wanted to happen in my life has happened, just not as quickly as i wanted it to. but it worked out, and i need to remind myself of this when i get too anxious about something or wish that something would just work out already. in due time, stupid!
anyway, wish me luck. at the very worst, i’ll end up like season five miranda, hiding under the bed and getting hit in the head by charlotte’s wedding bouquet.
