That's the thing about needs. Sometimes when you get them met, you don't need them anymore.
Later that day I got to thinking about relationships. There are those that open you up to something new and exotic, those that are old and familiar, those that bring up lots of questions, those that bring you somewhere unexpected, those that bring you far from where you started, and those that bring you back. But the most exciting,
challenging and significant relationship of all is the one you have with yourself. And if you find someone to love the you you love, well, that's just fabulous.
Maybe some women aren't meant to be tamed. Maybe they're supposed to run wild until they find someone -- just as wild -- to run with.
Maybe our mistakes are what make our fate. Without them, what would shape our lives? Perhaps if we never veered off course, we wouldn't fall in love, or have babies, or be who we are. After all, seasons change. So do cities. People come into your life and people go. But it's comforting to know the ones you love are always in your heart. And if you're very lucky, a plane ride away.
I will not be the first one to speak. And if he never calls me again, I'll always think of him fondly. As an a*****e.
No matter who broke your heart, or how long it takes to heal, you'll never get through it without your friends.
Think about it. If you are single, after graduation there isn't one occasion where people celebrate you ... Hallmark doesn't make a "congratulations, you didn't marry the wrong guy" card. And where's the flatware for going on vacation alone?
When you're young, your whole life is about the pursuit of fun, then you grow up and learn to be cautious; you could break a bone, or a heart. You look before you leap and sometimes you don't leap at all because there's not always someone there to catch you. And in life, there is no safety net. When did it stop being fun and start being scary?
Maybe all men are a drug. Sometimes they bring you down and sometimes, like now, they get you so high
Maybe the past is like an anchor holding us back. Maybe, you have to let go of who you are to become who you will be.
I'm thinking balls are to men what purses are to women. It's just a little bag, but we feel naked in public without it.
I had often fantasized about running into my ex and his wife. But in those fantasies, I was running over them with a truck.
Why do we let the one thing we don't have affect how we feel about all the things we do have? Why does one-minus-a-plus-one feel like it adds up to zero?
Later that day I got to thinking about fairy tales. What if Prince Charming had never shown up? Would Snow White have laid in that glass box forever? Or would she have gotten up, spit out the apple, gotten a job and a health care plan and moved on with her life?
Break up Rule Number One: Destroy all evidence where he looks sexy.... and you look happy. We had taken the picture with a disposable camera, before I ever thought that our relationship could be disposable.
((More to come. I am just tired right now. I am really dedicated to this journal can ya tell? lmao))
