I Think That Possibly, Maybe
I'm falling for you.
Yes, there's a chance that I've fallen quite hard over you.
Life is stupid sometimes. Apparently, it has the ability to be miraculous and beautiful, too, but you have to get through all of the stupid bits first. To find true love, you've got to go on a hundred ridiculous dates with a hundred disastrous guys (or girls, suiting your preference). To get a great job, you've got to survive so many crummy ones, where the pay sucks, the work is worse, and you don't feel you belong, no matter how much bigger you try to make your box. (Not talking about my job now, of course, I love my job. Leave? Pah! It's perfect.)
Lately I've been thinking about things a lot. About finally finishing that novel I never started, and gaining the confidence to do all the other things I've ever wanted to do, like kiss a boy, and go to Australia. I'm not sure what this blog is supposed to be about. I think you're supposed to have an idea when you start one. I've found a couple I like: there's one based on a book of patterns Vogue put together back in the 60's. Truly vintage stuff. There's even a couple posts on the Victory Curl. And another one deals with nail designs. This woman owns, like, 600 nail polishes. She posted a picture of a tall bookcase lined with polishes. And that was only her favorites. I was so astounded, I took a snapshot with my phone.
Incredible. But my blog doesn't have a topic. I guess I started with the idea that I'd write about whatever I felt like writing about. I wanted to be inspired. I was, a few times. You Drive (Me) Crazy stemmed from an especially harrowing drive with my sister. The Graduation series was dreamt up in the hallways of my now alma mater, remembering my first psych class and my first high school classes. My first friend who wasn't family since the fifth grade. She turned out to be bisexual, or so I heard. It's funny how things can fall apart that mean so much. Bottle It Up was inspired by a new crush, and an old crush, and a crush I should really let go. Well, I should let go of all of them. It seems that as I get older, the pool of available guys is getting suffocatingly smaller. Freshman year I look across the shuttle and see a couple with wedding bands on their fingers. I got punched in the face with the reality of life, that I'd better catch a ride before it leaves without me.
So I keep thinking to myself, I have got to start doing things. I have to finish my stories. I have to get them published. I have to apply for that job. I have to keep myself from cussing when I think that; it's just not good positive thinking.
I started this with a song. I really love that song. I want to take its lyrics and melody and mash them into a smoothie and drink them up so that the words touch my insides and spur me into motion. It has a really melancholy flow, slow and soft, like the artist is sad, and maybe he is. But it's also pretty hopeful. Why don't we all take a listen.
Yes, there's a chance that I've fallen quite hard over you.
Life is stupid sometimes. Apparently, it has the ability to be miraculous and beautiful, too, but you have to get through all of the stupid bits first. To find true love, you've got to go on a hundred ridiculous dates with a hundred disastrous guys (or girls, suiting your preference). To get a great job, you've got to survive so many crummy ones, where the pay sucks, the work is worse, and you don't feel you belong, no matter how much bigger you try to make your box. (Not talking about my job now, of course, I love my job. Leave? Pah! It's perfect.)
Lately I've been thinking about things a lot. About finally finishing that novel I never started, and gaining the confidence to do all the other things I've ever wanted to do, like kiss a boy, and go to Australia. I'm not sure what this blog is supposed to be about. I think you're supposed to have an idea when you start one. I've found a couple I like: there's one based on a book of patterns Vogue put together back in the 60's. Truly vintage stuff. There's even a couple posts on the Victory Curl. And another one deals with nail designs. This woman owns, like, 600 nail polishes. She posted a picture of a tall bookcase lined with polishes. And that was only her favorites. I was so astounded, I took a snapshot with my phone.
Incredible. But my blog doesn't have a topic. I guess I started with the idea that I'd write about whatever I felt like writing about. I wanted to be inspired. I was, a few times. You Drive (Me) Crazy stemmed from an especially harrowing drive with my sister. The Graduation series was dreamt up in the hallways of my now alma mater, remembering my first psych class and my first high school classes. My first friend who wasn't family since the fifth grade. She turned out to be bisexual, or so I heard. It's funny how things can fall apart that mean so much. Bottle It Up was inspired by a new crush, and an old crush, and a crush I should really let go. Well, I should let go of all of them. It seems that as I get older, the pool of available guys is getting suffocatingly smaller. Freshman year I look across the shuttle and see a couple with wedding bands on their fingers. I got punched in the face with the reality of life, that I'd better catch a ride before it leaves without me.
So I keep thinking to myself, I have got to start doing things. I have to finish my stories. I have to get them published. I have to apply for that job. I have to keep myself from cussing when I think that; it's just not good positive thinking.
I started this with a song. I really love that song. I want to take its lyrics and melody and mash them into a smoothie and drink them up so that the words touch my insides and spur me into motion. It has a really melancholy flow, slow and soft, like the artist is sad, and maybe he is. But it's also pretty hopeful. Why don't we all take a listen.
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