I have a confession; sometimes I annoy myself more than any person on the planet. The cause of these annoyances are boys. My brain cannot help at the reminder, meeting, glimpse, suggestion, or happy thought of a cute boy play out the “could this be my future husband” scenario. Sick, right? But never-the-less true. Like just a few minutes ago when I was suggested of a boy I haven’t seen since I was 7 or 8. I remember that we got along well, and he is most certainly attractive, but my mind immediately went to the possibility of us meeting again and falling madly in love. And more likely than not, I’m not the only girl that does this, at least I hope I’m not the only one, because that would make me more sick in the head than I originally thought. Sadly though, I can’t seem to find a cure for this disease. Even being completely content with who I am and my life, as well as swearing I give up with the male race as a whole because they tend to make life more complicated than necessary, has not cured this illness. But take heart to any girls reading this, that you are not alone in your “Play-prophetic day dream” moments, and take caution boys, because there are girls analyzing your every interaction to way them on this scale. Yes, Life is this messed up, thankfully eternity will be a little more laid back.
Sunday, January 31, 2010
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