I was up much of the night last night worrying about disappointing people. For as snarky, vain, and irreverent as I may be, I am actually a highly sensitive person. I try very hard to be a good friend, a good sister, a good wife, a good aunt, a good daughter, a good co-worker, a good citizen (OK maybe not so much that one) and a good person generally. I like to try and keep everyone happy.
But perhaps this is where I get into trouble. Because keeping everyone happy all the time is really all about having people like you, isn't it? I love attention of most every sort (except the kind from the creepy old security guard at my place of business), I love to be loved, and anyone who has known me for over, hmm, an hour knows that. Flattery will get you everywhere with me. So why do I try so hard to maintain all my relationships (which is hard, because I have scads of people whom I consider close friends and therefore stay in regular communication with), and become so tortured and heartbroken when I feel that I may have failed?
It's because I'm a narcissist. Isn't it.
Anyway, enough about that. Now about THIS: We were watching this special on PBS about Niagara Falls the other night, about how the falls are so romantic and honeymooney and getting-it-on inducing. So is it any coincidence, then, that Viagra rhymes with Niagara? Hmm.