Sometimes...I am ridiculous. Sometimes I completely understand why men say that women are complicated. I don't think that all women are all the time...but I definitely have the moments where someone else would need a dotted line and an X to mark the spot to understand what I'm thinking. Just sometimes though. But that's not the point of what I'm trying to say.
Today at my internship, one of the girls in the group home did not want to do her homework at all. She was pretending to be a dead possum and running around in circles and eating chips and talking to the staff members there, anything to keep from doing the one last division problem on her worksheet. At one point, her house mom told her that her homework wasn't just going to go away; that it'd still be there when she was done doing what she was doing. It made me think, because I do that a lot. I hope that problems go away if I don't have to deal with them, don't have to talk about them. That how I feel about a situation or whatnot will change if I ignore it and act like everything's fine. Or even when I know that it's not a good way to handle anything, I still do it. It's ridiculous.
I've been listening to Taylor Swift today because it just feels like a Taylor Swift sort of day. Does that make sense? Anyways, so Taylor Swift mixed with some Hawk Nelson stuck in my head and coupled with thinking about my problems not going away made me all melancholy. Thinking about all the things I've left unsaid, the situations and relationships with so much that I don't want to talk about, so much I want to ignore and pretend like I'm doing just great. But sometimes, writing about it helps and brings me out of my funk, at least for the night.
Vaya con Dios. Happy Valentine's Day!
you're beautiful
every little piece, love, don't you know
you're really gonna be someone, ask anyone
when you find everything you've looked for
i hope your life leads you back to my door
oh but if it don't, stay beautiful
