Lemmings

In love and relationships, you are a lemming...
when you come to the cliff and finally jump off and swim
you either live or you die. it either works out or doesn't.
and sometimes you live (love) for a while then get pushed into the sea,
and we know how that ends.(see above)

On the mass migration of Lemmings: They will stop until the urge to press on causes them to jump off the cliff and start swimming, they then swim to exhaustion and death. Lemmings are also often pushed into the sea as more and more lemmings arrive at the shore

*photo of a lemming corpse washed up on a rock as it was trying to cross/ie me.

Things I've learned

Things I've learned in my life so far...
1) Never judge a guy by his rock climbing photo.
(the harness lies)
2) Never get married without booze.

Also another observation...
Sometimes I forget I'm talking and that people are actually listening, and this is apparently what a friend does - remember all the embarassing things you say and do and bring them up years later as proof that you are still an idiot, but at least you're loved.

Code orange

I realized the other day that I unwittingly quoted a Rod Stewart song to someone in a text. It wasn't just a random lyric either. I quoted the title of the song. I'm pretty embarrassed about this fact. I am that girl. For the record, I was completely sincere when I said "You're in my heart." It wasn't until later when I was thinking of that phrase that I started to hear Rod Stewart chiming in with "you're in my soul. you're in my breath should I grow old." (What does that last line even mean?) When someone returns your belongings does it mean you've broken up? Is it really breaking up if you were never really going out to begin with? If I was told "look, you and I, we will never work." I would at least know where I stood, and where to stand. I could move on from that. Does this make me a control freak? Or isn't that just fair? This has happened before, and it took 7 years to be told where I stood and by then it was too late. A person either wants another person in their life or they don't. Maybe I will make up one of those color charts like they use for the terror alert. Do you like me - yellow, orange or red. Even that isn't very clear. Isn't keeping things open ended just leading someone on? I tend to lap up little crumbs of attention like they are giant scoops of icecream raining from the sky. So unless a guy wants to share an icecream sundae with me then he should stop giving me little sweet hints and smiles. This seems like an awful alternative, because I love icecream. I was asked today to think about what I wanted. I know what I want. What does he want? I have no idea. But that wasn't the question.

This American Life: Break Up episode.

For the record... I heard that Rod Stewart song I quoted at the little corner market tonight. It put a big stupid grin on my face, at least I amuse myself sometimes.

Girl meets Boy

It's your typical story. Girl is minding her own business, doing her own thing. Boy notices. Boy talks to girl. Girl thinks "hmm, this guy is cutefunnyintelligentdreamycharming," maybe I'll talk to him and see. Boy acts perfectly cutefunnyintelligentdreamycharming and makes Girl smile, which Boy reciprocates wholeheartedly. Girl and boy decide to leap. Girl falls hard and her parachute gets caught on a tree. Boy falls too but trajectory being what it is, lands in a cow chip studded field off course by a few miles. Boy stands up and having hit his head on the way down forgets what it was that brought him there, standing in the middle of freshly minted cow pile in the first place. He wipes off his boots, brushes off the seat of his pants and walks away, hitching a ride to town with the first trucker he sees. Meanwhile, Girl manages to set herself free and crawl down from the tree she was tangled in. Day turns to night and with no apparent head injury, Girl struggles to grope and feel her way out of the woods and back to the Boy's side. With no guide and a faulty sense of direction, Girl gets turned around and starts to panic. She calls out for Boy, but he's already back home hanging out with his friends, laughing about having woken up in the middle of a field off of I-90 and some county dirt road. Girl, gathering her wits, finally manages to find her way back to the highway and once again receiving a cell phone signal calls a friend for a ride. Upon returning home with no word from Boy, Girl worriedly wonders if he's still alive. Girl shows up at Boy's house and finds him scratching his head, bewildered and upset by the unsmiling Girl standing in his kitchen wringing her hands. Boy tells Girl to leave, giving her the odds and ends of feminine remains (which he figures aren't his) scattered around his room. Girl stubbornly goes after several failed attempts at reviving Boy's memory (*note to Girl, CPR and "mouth to mouth" are not constructive means of getting someones memory back). Weeks pass and Girl wakes up alone, still a little dazed by what went wrong. Boy finally washes his jeans, the one's with the grass and cow shit stains.