This is becoming more of an effort.
This nonsense is full of my opinions, thoughts, feelings, and those matter most only to me, so why I go about posting these things publicly is beyond me. Feedback is nice every here and there, but this is more for the release; for me to let it fall through my hands and reflect back on my face as I read what I type. I have a paper journal, but Hindu knows I wouldn’t put this in there, and if I did, it would be foolish. There’s no lock and key, no combination, or anything of that sort to keep anyone out, and I would rather not chance it.
So I’ve gotten to this point and, much like usual, I don’t really care to go on, but I will because if I don’t get it out, it’s going to come out at the wrong place at the wrong time with the wrong people, or maybe if that’s the case, I’ve already damned myself.
I like my job at Blair. I sit when I want, stand when I want, eat/drink/write/draw/read when I want, because fortunately for me, I get to sit at a cubicle and take phone orders all day. I get paid to do a little bit of that, and a majority of what I want. With that comes conversation with those around me, and one of those around me seems to be rather fond of me, so much to the point that he kindly took an extra (punishable) break to walk me to my car when I got off my shift. He’s a sweetheart.
Except for today, because he was scheduled in a cube on the other side of the building, we’ve been seated relatively close to one another, and conversation has been good. Very good. We joke a lot, pass notes and paper planes, and we have a little in common. He has a beautiful smile; if the sun collapsed inward on itself, I’m telling you, this would be the next best thing, and I’m madly in love with the sun. He has a name that fits the gods, and a body to match it. I knew I thought he was attractive, but this takes the cake. I’ve thought about him every day for quite a while over the past 2 or 3 days.
To top it off, he admits to liking me. He thinks I look ‘pretty fantastic’, and that I’m cool to talk with. Then, there’s that saying: Damned if you do, damned if you don’t.
Micaiah, this isn’t good for business…
So I’ve gotten to this point and, much like usual, I don’t really care to go on, but I will because if I don’t get it out, it’s going to come out at the wrong place at the wrong time with the wrong people, or maybe if that’s the case, I’ve already damned myself.
I like my job at Blair. I sit when I want, stand when I want, eat/drink/write/draw/read when I want, because fortunately for me, I get to sit at a cubicle and take phone orders all day. I get paid to do a little bit of that, and a majority of what I want. With that comes conversation with those around me, and one of those around me seems to be rather fond of me, so much to the point that he kindly took an extra (punishable) break to walk me to my car when I got off my shift. He’s a sweetheart.
Except for today, because he was scheduled in a cube on the other side of the building, we’ve been seated relatively close to one another, and conversation has been good. Very good. We joke a lot, pass notes and paper planes, and we have a little in common. He has a beautiful smile; if the sun collapsed inward on itself, I’m telling you, this would be the next best thing, and I’m madly in love with the sun. He has a name that fits the gods, and a body to match it. I knew I thought he was attractive, but this takes the cake. I’ve thought about him every day for quite a while over the past 2 or 3 days.
To top it off, he admits to liking me. He thinks I look ‘pretty fantastic’, and that I’m cool to talk with. Then, there’s that saying: Damned if you do, damned if you don’t.
Micaiah, this isn’t good for business…