morethan a feeling
This weekend.. was long. This weekend… things happened. This weekend… we did stuff. This weekend we danced. We drank. We told dumb jokes. We wore strange clothes and wigs and fake eyelashes. We walked 5,000 miles to get to a party. We blew of steam and we ate breakfast. We looked over the city from the top of the world. We fought valiantly for the best spot. We hugged. We cried. We laughed. We talked. We talked. We talked.
I can do this. I know, because I have. This is what I do. It may surprise some. I put my foot in my mouth and I cry easily most of the time and I tend to micromanage and internalize and over-analyze. But someone once told me that I was the strongest person he knew. I was the strongest and the weakest person he knew. He was drunk at the time… so who knows if I should really base anything of off that. he fell down in the middle of the street shortly thereafter. But I think he might have meant it. So I keep moving forward. No matter how hard it gets.
Because I can handle anything. I always have. Even if things aren’t the way I thought they would be. But really, they never are. Shit happens. If it’s not one thing, it’s another. Everyone’s got a something.
It’s true, sometimes you get to the point where you have to say enough. Where it’s just not enough, or it’s just too much. Or you’re just bored of trying to manage the same old shit. Or whatever. And it’s hard, cause you’ve got a history together and you have all these plans and hopes for the two of you that are just so hard to let go. Cause you put so much into them. Into it. But you know, you realize that the more you give to whomever it is that’s really, when it comes down to it, just isn’t that great… well, the less you have to give to someone who really is that great. That great.
What was I saying? I thought I was talking about this weekend. which was surprisingly… great. Considering. Which just goes to show you, we can walk through anything. If we remember to dance every once in a while.
I can do this. I know, because I have. This is what I do. It may surprise some. I put my foot in my mouth and I cry easily most of the time and I tend to micromanage and internalize and over-analyze. But someone once told me that I was the strongest person he knew. I was the strongest and the weakest person he knew. He was drunk at the time… so who knows if I should really base anything of off that. he fell down in the middle of the street shortly thereafter. But I think he might have meant it. So I keep moving forward. No matter how hard it gets.
Because I can handle anything. I always have. Even if things aren’t the way I thought they would be. But really, they never are. Shit happens. If it’s not one thing, it’s another. Everyone’s got a something.
It’s true, sometimes you get to the point where you have to say enough. Where it’s just not enough, or it’s just too much. Or you’re just bored of trying to manage the same old shit. Or whatever. And it’s hard, cause you’ve got a history together and you have all these plans and hopes for the two of you that are just so hard to let go. Cause you put so much into them. Into it. But you know, you realize that the more you give to whomever it is that’s really, when it comes down to it, just isn’t that great… well, the less you have to give to someone who really is that great. That great.
What was I saying? I thought I was talking about this weekend. which was surprisingly… great. Considering. Which just goes to show you, we can walk through anything. If we remember to dance every once in a while.