We’ve all done it, we’ve all been there.
On the road to self-discovery, one might run into such situations that determine their full capacity to love another person with all their potential. In other such situations, a person will end up where they started. Both are fine in my book.
And it is.
Sunday afternoons are reserved for drinking coffee on the couch, reading, casually thinking out compounded puzzles in your mind, and having the television on mute.
A nice place to survive the storm.
In a year’s time, I will be out of school and into the pants of adulthood. Ye gods, has there been a better time!? The answer is no — the time will be ripe and life will be ever more amazing. Because I won’t be an impoverished, headache-ridden, 15-hour a work-week student.
Let’s plan a summer wedding!
Instead…I will be looking for a job, or have one lined up (pre-planning in 2010 never felt so good); and getting ready to settle into the trax of the post-graduate life that I always wanted. Oh. And in debt.
I have to admit it — it was a damn good time.
Sometimes, under the right circumstances, and in the right time of year, and under a set of critiqued guidelines that have undergone a peer review of sorts, and within the context of your nearby surroundings, and maybe even perhaps after a psychological evaluation — it’s actually quite ok to beat the hell out of an old cadillac.
It’s even better to do this on a revolving door.
One of the funniest things I ever witnessed as a kid, was at Home Depot (1986). My brothers and I were in the checkout line with my dad, and my older brother suddenly burst out laughing. Over at the entrance, there was some kid whose head was stuck in the automatic door. All three of us just burst out laughing. My dad, had no idea what his weird children were up to.
THANK GOOOOOOOODDDDDDDDD!!!!!!
I must say, that I think about a few things on continuum: 1. A Pause Button; 2. A Key to everything; and 3. 1 Million Dollars. I know what you’re thinking…and no — time travel is stupid.
