Memoirs of a Fat Girl

Today was a bad day.

It was hot, my leather messenger bag stained my white blouse, and it seems like every person I know in the world is engaged, pregnant, promoted, or being stupendously happy in general.

With my l'il black raincloud on top of my head, I took myself & my grumpy thoughts into a very air conditioned mall, where I settled onto a bench to regroup. I was alone for all of a minute when a powersuit settled in beside me, with her fresh cup of Starbucks.

God, I miss coffee. It's been months since I've had any. The aromas wafting over might as well have been the devil, and being so miffed at the injustice of my day, I actually wanted to rip the cup out of her hands and guzzle it down like a woman possessed.

Fortunately, my desire to not be thrown in a jail cell overrode my want of her coffee. Unfortunately, that made me even more grumpy, and I made do with one last, miserable glance at her coffee. She had it turned to the side in such a way so that I could read this:

The Way I See It: #71: The minute you decide to settle, you end up with less than you decided to settle for.

Inner drama. Questions. For one, how do you know when you've settled? Will you know when it's too late, or are there some kind of warning bells?

With that said, how do you even know if there's more out there for you, so you don't settle for what you're with?

And with that said, why do relationships make us so scared all the time?

Why do I even think of relationships when I read cup #71?