Sometimes I think we are sent the same circumstance, over and over again, until we finally learn what we were supposed to. Like dating the wrong guy, losing a friendship, or hearing your voice crack at karaoke.
Maybe you're choosing the wrong KIND of man to date.
Maybe this person isn't who you thought.
Maybe you weren't supposed to sing anywhere else besides your shower.
Finding yourself is probably the most uncomfortable, confusing and scary time (or times) of your life. I find that I laugh a lot more, cry like a hormonally charged expectant mother (I'm not), and I get lost in my thoughts so often, people close to me have to ask me kindly to step outside my head.
My phone rang the other night. Glancing down, I saw that the phone calling me was that of my deceased step father. And though I was fully aware that it was probably my mum on the other end of the line, for a quick moment, I forgot. Forgot that February took him.
Only moments later, my adorable boyfriend presents me with a gift. He had no idea that Sock Monkey held sooo much sentiment to me, that my late grandmother had promised to make them for sister and I, though couldn't fulfill that before she was taken from us nearly a year ago. I giggled and laughed as I hugged my present from Perez, but seconds later I burst into tears. The poor guy apologized for the gift, not understanding what was going on with me, horrified that his seemingly thoughtful gesture had upset me so much.
And so that far-away look, the climbing back into my head to consider that I'm once again suspended in entropy, enveloped me. It pulled me away, and just like a lesson I have to learn again and again, I closed up. Screw whoever is there to care about me, I can disappear into these thoughts and be just fine...
Or can I.
Sock Monkey:
My other Monkey:
Maybe you're choosing the wrong KIND of man to date.
Maybe this person isn't who you thought.
Maybe you weren't supposed to sing anywhere else besides your shower.
Finding yourself is probably the most uncomfortable, confusing and scary time (or times) of your life. I find that I laugh a lot more, cry like a hormonally charged expectant mother (I'm not), and I get lost in my thoughts so often, people close to me have to ask me kindly to step outside my head.
My phone rang the other night. Glancing down, I saw that the phone calling me was that of my deceased step father. And though I was fully aware that it was probably my mum on the other end of the line, for a quick moment, I forgot. Forgot that February took him.
Only moments later, my adorable boyfriend presents me with a gift. He had no idea that Sock Monkey held sooo much sentiment to me, that my late grandmother had promised to make them for sister and I, though couldn't fulfill that before she was taken from us nearly a year ago. I giggled and laughed as I hugged my present from Perez, but seconds later I burst into tears. The poor guy apologized for the gift, not understanding what was going on with me, horrified that his seemingly thoughtful gesture had upset me so much.
And so that far-away look, the climbing back into my head to consider that I'm once again suspended in entropy, enveloped me. It pulled me away, and just like a lesson I have to learn again and again, I closed up. Screw whoever is there to care about me, I can disappear into these thoughts and be just fine...
Or can I.
Sock Monkey:
My other Monkey: