circles and squares

Yesterday I was driving when one of my favorite songs came on. The kind of song with the perfect melody and lyrics that make me swoon and wish for the day that my significant other writes words like that for me. But then I came back to reality and realized that I have never pursued a guy who would ever do that. Then I thought about current and past crushes and how much in common we really had. How necessary is it to enjoy all of the same things? Is a relationship doomed to fail if both people involved don't get excited over the same things?

My answer is no.

I don't want to be with a clone of myself. I want someone who can appreciate my interests and activities and who will participate in them because they like ME. He's going to understand when I want to go stand in line for hours to see my favorite band and how much more it will mean if he offers to stand in line with me.

It is interesting when I apply this to current and past guys I have been interested in. Some have merely been a childish crush, or check box on a list, while others I now realize, would never "get me." I'm multifaceted and have a big interest in so many things, I am not one-dimensional.

To understand passion, you have to have passion... To understand me, and to be with me, you have to "get it." Luckily for me, I think I'm getting better at finding the guys who "get it." :)

snake in disguise

I have been continuing to read the Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows in last few days, and some very intense stuff has been happening. Within the last chapter I read, Harry went back to visit the place he was born in hopes of finding a Horcrux (a dark magical device), or a clue to fine one. Instead, he came upon Voldemort’s very own snake disguised as famed historian Bathilda Bagshot. Harry was seeking Bathilda’s advice and willingly followed the imposter into her house, but soon enough the great snake, Nagini, shed her cover and attacked Harry. Luckily enough Harry and his friend Hermione escaped and fled the city.

This chapter kinda opened my eyes (and mind) to the idea of nothing being like what it seems. Who knows which people in power of our society are really wolves in sheep’s clothing. Who knows which friend will turn out to be a traitor? Who knows which heroes are actual villains? And who knows the very person I thought I was in love turned out to be a snake in disguise...

lessons

If there is one thing I took from my travel overseas, it was the reminder that being single can be fabulous.

(Leave it to me to have to travel thousands of miles across the ocean in order to remember that.)

I had forgotten how nice it was to be carefree.

To meet new and interesting people and to forget about everything that had been tying you down and just let loose.

I had forgotten how nice it was to flirt and be flirted with.To kiss a boy...or two...or three.

To know that someone thinks your sexy.

To know that someone thought so much of you that they had to build up the courage to come talk to you.

I miss my young days...