I swear if archaeology doesn’t pan out for me I should consider becoming a therapist! I seem to be the one all my friends come to for advice on their problems. Granted, we all need someone to divulge our deepest secrets with, especially if it’s something that you need outside advice on.
But why me?!
Talk about unwanted irony. My life feels like a romantic comedy right now. I’ve got two longtime guy friends in the last 24 hours hint that they want to date me, but the one I want to get back together with is trying hard not to. Think I’m going to have to make some hard choices soon if I want to still be friends with all three of them.
Feels so weird…