When I write, I write to make something, anything, out of what I'm thinking. I think a lot. I think the worst in the most incompatible situations I put myself through. When really, there's a nice little exit door I've thought about taking but don't. I've gone through so many friends, I've gone through fights, I've gone through family members, but still there is someone or some reason for me not to leave everything I have. I use the exit door as a metaphor because I think of when you don't like a movie, you like to let the other movie goers know of your dislike and go through the big exit door with the big neon exit sign. Slamming the door in the quiet movie theaters is your statement on the quality of the movie. Stupid? I know.
It all honestly doesn't matter to me anymore. I have enough things to worry about, as if it's a bad thing. I think if I didn't have things to worry about, I'd be a pretty bland person. I always say I'm fine, which I am.. now, but in reality I'm good.
This time, when I felt like I was this earths biggest obtainable asshole to her, she still loves me and still wants to be best friends, and still wants to eat waffles together, even though she too has had the exit door as an option in our relationship. We'll all come to our senses.
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