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So I woke up this morning in a funk. A large funk. I went to work in a funk. I was in a funk for most of work. I got out of work (later than I was supposed to) and was just going to go home. And then I thought...why, why would I want to just go home and sit? So me and Maria went to see Bewitched. And it was awesome. Laughed the whole time. Then, I went for a drive, which I always do when I need to think, or feeling depressed, or in a funk. And you know what? I felt a lot better. Not because anyone called, or anyone went out of their way to cheer me up, but because I cheered myself up. After about 45 minutes of just driving around my neighborhood, I had a huge grin on my face.
The moral of this story: there is only one person that can make you happy, and that is you. As I was singing at the top of my lungs, with the windows down, I finally realized, what am I waiting for????? Someone else to make me happy? When you sit down and really think about that concept, its silly. At the end of the day, you prolly won't even know what you're waiting for, and even if you do, who knows if it will even be there. Maybe the person you're waiting for will never come home. And then all you will have is a wasted day. I'm tired of waiting. Its about time I relied on myself.
at least thats what my brain keeps telling me. my heart on the otherhad, has an entirely different plan. and in the end, i hope to be somewhere in the middle, always hoping that the day of waiting will someday be over but still having fun and enjoying the time until it does. its frustrating and hard, but worth it in the end, right?
Things that made my day today:
driving up and down the street behind my house that smells like lilacs (or something) and i absolutely love it
rocking out to ben folds in the car (and by rocking out, I mean screaming at the top of my lungs into a fake mic and drumming on the steering wheel
will ferrell nuzzling a frying pan in the movie Bewitched
the boy who works with me who hits on me by talking about comic books
my nightly call from patrick where he tells me dumb stories and his roomies sing to me
the fact that the little boy, conor, my mom babysits left me a note to wish me happy birthday
the fact that maria was wearing a shirt that had the game of twister on it
and many others that i'm sure i'll think of later and have to add in
The moral of this story: there is only one person that can make you happy, and that is you. As I was singing at the top of my lungs, with the windows down, I finally realized, what am I waiting for????? Someone else to make me happy? When you sit down and really think about that concept, its silly. At the end of the day, you prolly won't even know what you're waiting for, and even if you do, who knows if it will even be there. Maybe the person you're waiting for will never come home. And then all you will have is a wasted day. I'm tired of waiting. Its about time I relied on myself.
at least thats what my brain keeps telling me. my heart on the otherhad, has an entirely different plan. and in the end, i hope to be somewhere in the middle, always hoping that the day of waiting will someday be over but still having fun and enjoying the time until it does. its frustrating and hard, but worth it in the end, right?
Things that made my day today:
driving up and down the street behind my house that smells like lilacs (or something) and i absolutely love it
rocking out to ben folds in the car (and by rocking out, I mean screaming at the top of my lungs into a fake mic and drumming on the steering wheel
will ferrell nuzzling a frying pan in the movie Bewitched
the boy who works with me who hits on me by talking about comic books
my nightly call from patrick where he tells me dumb stories and his roomies sing to me
the fact that the little boy, conor, my mom babysits left me a note to wish me happy birthday
the fact that maria was wearing a shirt that had the game of twister on it
and many others that i'm sure i'll think of later and have to add in