It's intriguing how time can so drastically affect perception. All other things being equal, an elapse in time has the power to alter personal emotions, and transform universal ideals. This fascinates me. It relieves me. Time may not heal all wounds, but it certainly can change how you view them.
(It upsets me that people, literate people, have yet to master the use of "but". On Facebook, someone's political views are listed as, "Very liberal....but, I'm voting for Obama." No no, no ma'am.)
I'm sleepy, but I feel bad about taking naps because my roommate never does, and I can just sense her judging me. (It's bad enough that I choose to eat cookies and chips at midnight, and frequently make early am runs to the vending machines for a lemonade or Sprite.) I went to sleep last night, or this morning rather, at about 5am, and woke up to start my day at 9am. My friend called me at 1:15am which sparked an argument because we agreed that we would talk at 1am. The argument lasted just short of two hours. We spent 1 hour and forty-five minutes arguing about the value and significance of fifteen minutes. Ah, irony. It was, however, the funniest and most insightful argument I've ever had.
But things, as they always do, took a turn for the worst and soon commenced the "let me get to know you" conversation. But we've been friends for over a year now, so it's not as if he doesn't know me, so it was more like "let me get to know you" conversation. And there's the problem. Multiple problems, actually.
Problem 1: I haven't been single long, and I don't believe in rebound guys. Especially not good guys. I've rebounded on some clowns, but who cares.
Problem 2: I wouldn't give him the time of day when we first met (though at that point in life, I wouldn't give Pharrell Williams the time of day if he tried), but I just have this guilty feeling that the only reason I'm giving him even 1 in the morning now is because.. ahem.. money. And I know that's not it! But it keeps coming into my head, and it's hard to ignore.
Problem 3 & 4: To be discussed later, if there later becomes a need for further discussion on this kid.
In other news, after much meditation and discussion with said friend, I've decided that it's not that God doesn't want to see me happy, rather he wants to see me happy for the right, and only the right reasons. He doesn't want me to find happiness in any place, because if happiness is found in the slums, there's no reason to ever leave. It makes sense. I feel you, God.
(It upsets me that people, literate people, have yet to master the use of "but". On Facebook, someone's political views are listed as, "Very liberal....but, I'm voting for Obama." No no, no ma'am.)
I'm sleepy, but I feel bad about taking naps because my roommate never does, and I can just sense her judging me. (It's bad enough that I choose to eat cookies and chips at midnight, and frequently make early am runs to the vending machines for a lemonade or Sprite.) I went to sleep last night, or this morning rather, at about 5am, and woke up to start my day at 9am. My friend called me at 1:15am which sparked an argument because we agreed that we would talk at 1am. The argument lasted just short of two hours. We spent 1 hour and forty-five minutes arguing about the value and significance of fifteen minutes. Ah, irony. It was, however, the funniest and most insightful argument I've ever had.
But things, as they always do, took a turn for the worst and soon commenced the "let me get to know you" conversation. But we've been friends for over a year now, so it's not as if he doesn't know me, so it was more like "let me get to know you" conversation. And there's the problem. Multiple problems, actually.
Problem 1: I haven't been single long, and I don't believe in rebound guys. Especially not good guys. I've rebounded on some clowns, but who cares.
Problem 2: I wouldn't give him the time of day when we first met (though at that point in life, I wouldn't give Pharrell Williams the time of day if he tried), but I just have this guilty feeling that the only reason I'm giving him even 1 in the morning now is because.. ahem.. money. And I know that's not it! But it keeps coming into my head, and it's hard to ignore.
Problem 3 & 4: To be discussed later, if there later becomes a need for further discussion on this kid.
In other news, after much meditation and discussion with said friend, I've decided that it's not that God doesn't want to see me happy, rather he wants to see me happy for the right, and only the right reasons. He doesn't want me to find happiness in any place, because if happiness is found in the slums, there's no reason to ever leave. It makes sense. I feel you, God.
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