Part of me wants to work really hard in college and change the world.
Part of me wants to not work hard at all and marry rich.
And the other 97% of me just wants to sleep.
I want a “just checking in” kind of love.
a “baby did you eat today?” kind of love.
a “you’re the first person I told” kind of love.
an “I gotta kiss you before you leave” kind of love
an “I love you” before we say bye kind of love.
an “I noticed that you need this so I got it for you” kind of love.
a “we’re not going to bed til we’ve made up” kind of love.
a wipe my tears away kind of love.
a nonstop joke fest until I smile again kind of love.
a goofy smile when I walk in the room kind of love.
a hold me until my panic attack passes kind of love.
a rub my back after work kind of love.
I just want to feel completely, totally, truly loved.
I mean it. I know they force it down your throat until you choke on it. Girls aren’t pretty unless they’re wanted. Boys aren’t men unless they’re having sex with someone. People aren’t lovable until they’re dating someone.
But a relationship won’t always make you happy, and as wonderful as romance is, it isn’t the only love that exists. I have seen friendships that are deeper and more pure than couples who swear it’s forever - and yet the friendship is the one people ignore.
I have heard so often “nobody loves me” out of the mouths of people who are single. And it kills me because if you ask them: where are your parents, your teachers, your classmates, your pets - they say, yes, okay, but it doesn’t count. Of course it counts, love doesn’t diminish just because someone doesn’t want to have sex with you. In fact, doesn’t it sort of make that love more real that they want nothing - not even a date - out of you?
It is pretty to be in love. It’s magical, I’m sure. But it’s also wonderful to stop for ice cream in your prom dress with six other girls. It’s also wonderful to go visit the world with nothing but a bunch of buddies who are really excited about learning.
The problem is: we’ve made everything about “the one”. But maybe “the one” is just you, loving yourself, having fun, and being happy. Maybe instead of looking for our other halves, we should be piecing ourselves together.
Maybe I wasn’t born unfinished. Maybe I am the one who makes myself better.
um, like a few million of you still aren’t following me? ? lol weird
This morning I was in the elevator of my building and I made a serious fool of myself.
I got in the elevator and at the same time entered a very hefty and shady man with a bulldog. He seriously looked like a killer, 6'3 at least, all dressed up in black, shaved head and tattoos … A little bit stressed out, I obey instantly and jump on the floor when he tells me curtly: “ Sit down ”.
He was speaking to his dog and laughed his ass off during the ten remaining floors.
It was probably one of the most embarrassing moments of my entire life!