back to the place i started to get to know. the place i left behind. but, not the memories. there are things, pulling me back, things i don’t really know what to do with. they hang in the air and weigh me down. a fog. thick. i can’t see through it.
there are some things in life i don’t quite understand. why we meet the people we do. what do we do with the relationship formed once they’re gone. my mum tells me people come into your life for a reason, to guide you down a particular path in your life. and sometimes that’s all they’re needed for. they serve their purpose and then it’s time to move on. no hate, no disappointment. everyone has their own life to live.
so in six sleeps when i return to that place i only just started to get to know, i’ll feel happy. no hate, no disappointment. a gratitude for the people i found. for the moments that changed me, times that moved me. i appreciate the person it allowed me to become. i don’t know how to thank that place. i only just started to get to know you. i don’t know how to thank those people. those who became my family.
the need-to-know: how to open and pour champagne.
john mayer. rocks my socks.
thank you hunter s. thompson.
if i’d written all the truth i knew for the past ten years, about 600 people – including me – would be rotting in prison cells from rio to seattle today. absolute truth is a very rare and dangerous commodity in the context of professional journalism.
hunter s. thompson
boys/men. call them what you like, they all mean the same thing. troubled times. 95% of the conversations i have with my girlfriends are in one way or another connected to a problem in relation to that theme. they consume, disrupt, suffocate our lives and (unknowingly) leave us beaten and bloodied while doing so.
just who do they think they are? at my ripe, young age, i have no worries about not being attached to one of these all-consuming specimen. why is there any reason to complicate a life that is so perfectly uncomplicated? there is no point in forcing, squeezing, scheduling into your life someone who will ultimately only create less of an ability for ease and freedom. (that said, i appreciate the nature of fate and fully support all those serendipitous moments which come along now and then to remind us of the ways of the sneaky universe.) yet so many people decide to rush into relationships with their eyes closed for fear of “running out of time”.
those women who place so much of an emphasis on their time constraints in bearing a child are dependent leeches who need to understand that your choice in having a relationship should not be bound by age. biology tells me i have until 40, 45 tops before i start losing my green card on the baby clock. but the baby clock is ticking with, or without a man, and if that is my only reason to prematurely induce a relationship then i am more than happy to find other means of creating my spawn. there is too much technology, too many scientific discoveries, too many other options, to chance love and contentedness in return for securing a man purely as an amenity more primitively useful in facilitating the conception of a child.
i have no problem with being single and will be for my entire life if i choose to do so. i would rather that than something forced and contrived where my true happiness hangs in the balance. if children is what i want, i can do it on my own.
there is no reason other than love to be in a relationship. and there is no reason to rush into one because your girlfriends are, you get lonely, have “needs” to be met or want to have children before it’s too late. these excuses are all fixable without men. yes, even children. life’s too short to be wasted on wasteful things.
i might have more than two friends. kendall and katie are two, though. kendall cut her hair, katie hurt her knee – a while a go now, but it scares me nonetheless. i worry for her. i wonder how i’ll be with my kids. kids. that scares me too. i don’t want to grow up…