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Comments Concerning the Alleged "Three Day Rule"

The Three Day Rule blows.
Call whenever.
Email whenever.
Facebook whenever.
Text whenever.
Don't follow a manual.
"Move in passion, rest in reason."
Not everyone is loaded with patience.
Do what you feel moved to do.

Blind Date: Update

It went well, really well.

Like, two-and-a-half-hours-later-we're-still-here-chatting-and-neither-of-us-has-finished-dinner well.

Phone numbers were exchanged.

Blind Date

Tomorrow's the big event: the long anticipated blind date.

I'm really excited, almost obnoxiously so.

I want this to work, and I want this to be the start something for a change, but I've had this creeping idea lately that maybe I'm meant to be single . . . single, single, and it's making a lot of sense. What I want to do with every fiber of who I am is something that doesn't mesh well with a family, doesn't mesh well with having a significant other. And the things I want to do with my life, they almost literally keep me up at night as I think about how I can get from place A to place K.

It's food for thought, though. Maybe I'm meant to be single . . . . Everyone says that something you need to come to terms with at some point in your adult life before you can truly have a "successful relationship," so either way, whether I'm bound for it or just passing through, it's a step that I need to take.

Alright, this post is lame. Apologizes to all named and anonymous readers. The next one will be better.

At a Strange Place

Everyone says that the "tween years" are the hardest years in which for a person to truly identify themselves with a place where they ought to be.

I'd like to respectfully disagree with the scientists and their likes who have made their assertion.

I'm really struggling at the moment to truly place myself in some sort of distinct "age category," for lack of a better term. I'm legally an adult, I work full-time, I'm going on my first ever blind date Thursday, I'm moving out of state in less than two months, and yet, I feel so small and so young.

I don't know if it's the sharing a vehicle thing, living at home, or just spending a lot of time with kids who are a couple of years older than me, but I'm feeling a lot littler than I am.

And it's bizarre. I haven't felt so insignificant in awhile.

When the Moment Comes . . . .

When the moment comes and the situation arises . . . .
do you wait for yourself to finish processing all the pros and cons that accompany the decision before you act?
do you jump before you can see the landing pad?
do you think about today or tomorrow?

Where I'm At

The moon, a welcome watchlight to those returning home, looms warmly over the horizon as the radio softly plays a familiar melody. Despite the ethereally tranquil surroundings, I'm bothered by something.

I have reached the conclusion as of late that I allow the current state of relationships to color memories. Recalling some of the most beautiful moments I've had, some of them occured between people who I am still quite close to, others occured between people with whom I've had a falling out with since. This statement alone means little, as I'm surely not the first to experience. But I'm saddened by the fact that things that happened after the original event have cast negative shadows upon the original. Beautiful moments have been discolored and have molded.

And I'm bothered by the fact that, as I drive home alone, I genuinely wish that there was a someone for me to call when I reach my destination. I try so hard to be emboldened, independent, and the sort of person who will achieve her goals regardless of my relationship status, but I miss being "in" a relationship.

("In a relationship." That's such a funny phrase. It almost makes it sound as if it's that simple -- all you do is jump, as in jumping into a puddle, a pond, a lagoon, etc. A deceiving phrase, I think.)

Driving home, I guess I find myself sad that I'm still sad and letting it retroactively affect other things, and I'm sad that I'm not content at the moment.

I want more . . . of everything.
I want a more remarkable life than the one I'm leading right now.
I want to know my friends more deeply.
I want a long-lasting relationship.
I want a fantastic job.
I want to happy with where I'm going in the fall.
I want to know that I'll get where I'm aiming for.

As the clock approaches midnight, most find themselves asleep.
Conversely, I lie awake in my thoughts.