The current climate of my basement is rather bothersome
I sit here, wearing sweatpants, two t-shirts, a sweatshirt and a pair of repulsively ugly but warm socks. I'm also wrapped in my huge, fleece lined quilt- and rather chilly all the same. Sometimes I have very strong suspicions that the ground floor of my house is a vortex...you know, a portal to another dimension. I read somewhere that cold areas are a sign of paranormal activity. That would be pretty damn awesome- I could travel between worlds and have spirit friends. At the very least, I wouldn't really mind the subarctic temperatures so much anymore. Having a vortex and all, that makes one a lot more amicable. I also just guzzled about 65 ounces of water. No joke, I measured. In addition to making me feel rather nauseated, it may be adding to my general chill.
Hum, no. I'm going with the vortex.
I've been thinking a lot lately about how relationships change. How you learn to let some go because it's better for both of you, and how you learn to hold onto some with all your might. It's a tough call sometimes, figuring out what's the best thing to do. I have recently come to the realization that just because I don't have a close, intimate relationship with someone anymore- it doesn't make the times we've had before any less precious, any less important in forming who I am today. It just means we've both grown up. Grown up and realized, a little bit, truly who we are, or what we honestly want to be like. And maybe the friendships I've had with some people don't really match up with what I want my life to be like anymore...but it doesn't mean I love those people any less. It doesn't mean I won't always treasure the memories we've made, the things I've learned from them. It's just a sort of acceptance. An acceptance of the fact that things change, and that's ok. It's even good in many cases.
Interestingly enough, no specific person prompted my writing this. Just thoughts. Thoughts I've been mulling over for quite sometime. Take them or leave them, they are after all, only the dregs of a slightly chilled over brain.
Hum, no. I'm going with the vortex.
I've been thinking a lot lately about how relationships change. How you learn to let some go because it's better for both of you, and how you learn to hold onto some with all your might. It's a tough call sometimes, figuring out what's the best thing to do. I have recently come to the realization that just because I don't have a close, intimate relationship with someone anymore- it doesn't make the times we've had before any less precious, any less important in forming who I am today. It just means we've both grown up. Grown up and realized, a little bit, truly who we are, or what we honestly want to be like. And maybe the friendships I've had with some people don't really match up with what I want my life to be like anymore...but it doesn't mean I love those people any less. It doesn't mean I won't always treasure the memories we've made, the things I've learned from them. It's just a sort of acceptance. An acceptance of the fact that things change, and that's ok. It's even good in many cases.
Interestingly enough, no specific person prompted my writing this. Just thoughts. Thoughts I've been mulling over for quite sometime. Take them or leave them, they are after all, only the dregs of a slightly chilled over brain.