YOU CAN'T WEAR HEELS IN A HUT!

I am sleepy.

In 10 years time, I want to be sipping champagne in heel's with a group of classy, girly, materialistic friends.

Yuck.

Even so, that life is highly desirable to me. It appeals greatly to me, i like the idea of acquiring a lifestyle like that. Honestly, I'm on my way there. Leading this fabulous lifestyle only because I'm evading something greater;

myself.

How can I find stability in materialistic attributes? Maybe if I have a partner who is more understanding then me...i may find some form of stability.
Who am I kidding.
I suppose I'm thinking that after the superficiality of life...that a perfectly understanding partner is what will unwind and relax me after a whole, hardworking day of being fake.
Then why bother at all to be fake? May as well be perfectly understanding. But I see no fun in that. I know, how immature of me.

Sure it might engender some content within life...but the excitement? The glamour?
Oh the glamour.

I like the pretty, tangible things. I also like the satisfying, complicated feeling of grattitude I get from simply having a beating heart.

The idea of having a lavish lifestyle...simply enthralls me. Too much television, perhaps. But the idea of having a partner who knows and understands...someone and something that is permament...I wish I had someone like that now.
But what do I know? I am young. I have much to learn.

I asked myself, could I handle living like a hermit with my partner? And immediately my answer was "NO ARE YOU CRAZY YOU CAN'T WEAR HEELS IN A HUT."
Ha ha ha.

My state of being is just sad. Look, look at that!
"NO ARE YOU CRAZY YOU CAN'T WEAR HEELS IN A HUT."
"NO ARE YOU CRAZY YOU CAN'T WEAR HEELS IN A HUT."
"NO ARE YOU CRAZY YOU CAN'T WEAR HEELS IN A HUT."

How narrow minded, how arrogant. How demure, how naiive. There is nothing erudite about that type of thinking.
How superficial.

Then I thought...perhaps I could. I'd most likely become pleasant and plump and kindly. :)

Or maybe I could become old, bitter and lure young children for me to eat with my house made of gingerbread and candy canes.

When I feel that need to be shallow and superficial, it's as if I have 4 senses, not 5. I almost feel impaired. I don't feel like I'm thinking straight, that I've had one too many tablets. I guess it's me being aware of the fact that my superficiality if redudantly pointless and laughably ludicris.

This post has no point, as all of my other posts. And something far greater. The answers in the cross word:

ACROSS:
1. _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ starting with D, name.

DOWN:
2. _ _ starting with M, 1st person refernce to self.

2.
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_ ________________
___________
1.

Answers:

Me[2], Devenish[1].