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So it's been awhile since I've actually had a real blogging entry other than my poetry (which I couldn't be happier with the response I have received). So I figured today would be a good day to do so, especially in light of what's been happening in my life as of late. 44.44 miles is the distance I traveled during my bike commute today...I thought it was a cool number, and I could rant about how the busted fuel line in my car is going to cost me like $400 but really, the paragraphs below are really what's on my mind.
I can't go into many details into this particular subject, simply because said subject may read this and find such information revealed about them emberassing or who knows what else. But I confess, there's definitely a lady that has captured my attention. The simplicity of our attraction to each other has its own complexities...shit, I said I wasn't going to write a poem here...have to save that one for later. I had the pleasure of visiting her while revisiting a bit of my own past and luckily the collision of both world's produced more good times than casualties. She makes me feel a kind of comfort that is few and far between, and projects an appreciation for my passions that comes across as both flattering and genuine. Which are both good words to describe her...though it may take time for me to get out of her what she might really be wanting to say to me, I've always trusted the words she has chosen to share with me and trusted that she will respect the words I give to her.
I was thinking that it would be easy to discard the whole thing (sorry about the word "thing," not sure what else to use) on the basis of being in "very different places right now." But really, I don't think we are. We've been able to connect on levels both in terms of the excitement for forecasted dreams, and the frustrations of current realities...maybe these things connect everyone together on some level, but there's definitely something deeper here that makes what we have (or at least what I feel) make the word "thing" a less than satisfactory description.
Okay, so I'm a dork, but I'm reveling in being a dork, or at least coming to better terms with it. I love the unpredictability and spontaneity of the situation and hate it all at the same time......but an easy life is a boring life. If your life is going to be drama filled anyway it might as well involve some that puts a smile on your face and turns you into a blubbering idiot during 6:30am phone messages.
-Out,
Suspeckted
I can't go into many details into this particular subject, simply because said subject may read this and find such information revealed about them emberassing or who knows what else. But I confess, there's definitely a lady that has captured my attention. The simplicity of our attraction to each other has its own complexities...shit, I said I wasn't going to write a poem here...have to save that one for later. I had the pleasure of visiting her while revisiting a bit of my own past and luckily the collision of both world's produced more good times than casualties. She makes me feel a kind of comfort that is few and far between, and projects an appreciation for my passions that comes across as both flattering and genuine. Which are both good words to describe her...though it may take time for me to get out of her what she might really be wanting to say to me, I've always trusted the words she has chosen to share with me and trusted that she will respect the words I give to her.
I was thinking that it would be easy to discard the whole thing (sorry about the word "thing," not sure what else to use) on the basis of being in "very different places right now." But really, I don't think we are. We've been able to connect on levels both in terms of the excitement for forecasted dreams, and the frustrations of current realities...maybe these things connect everyone together on some level, but there's definitely something deeper here that makes what we have (or at least what I feel) make the word "thing" a less than satisfactory description.
Okay, so I'm a dork, but I'm reveling in being a dork, or at least coming to better terms with it. I love the unpredictability and spontaneity of the situation and hate it all at the same time......but an easy life is a boring life. If your life is going to be drama filled anyway it might as well involve some that puts a smile on your face and turns you into a blubbering idiot during 6:30am phone messages.
-Out,
Suspeckted
