We can't fight gravity on a planet that insists that love is like falling, and falling is like this.
I'm so over this. I don't think I'm going to let Novak's boyfriend in next time he comes knocking at the door before she gets there. Tuesday night he completely ruined an episode of House for me. Here's how the conversation went:
Him: "Oh, House, cool. Have you seen this episode before?"
Me: "Nope. Not this one."
Him: "Oh, well..." and then he proceeded to tell me the end of the episode. He's not only an asshole, he's also stupid. Not a good combination.
And then last night, Eric and I were watching a movie, and I had the A/C off cause I don't like to freeze, and about 20 minutes after he walked in, before Novak got home mind you, he just comes out of her room and turns the air on. "YOU DON'T LIVE HERE!"
Anyway, moving on...how do you sit by and watch someone you love and hold very dear destroy themselves? How many different ways can you say, "Please, just stop doing what you're doing." I was laying on his bed last night, and he comes in the room from the bathroom and comes up to me and says, "What do you see in my eyes?" He looked freaked out, so I leaned in and tried to find something that shouldn't be there, and didn't, so I just shrugged and was like, "I don't see anything." And he nodded and turned away and was like, "Exactly..." and started on about eyes being the windows to the soul and there was nothing inside, etc.
I didn't know what to say. I couldn't think of anything convincing. I know he's a good person. He's knows he's a good person, he's just self-destructive. And I wish so bad that I could do something, anything, to pull him out of his funk. Ugh...
I always fall for the fixer-uppers. But I fell for this boy years ago...when he was still whole. I don't love him any less, though...I think if anything, I love him more.
I've found a new love in the form of a short, dreaded folk singer named Ani. Oh, Ms. DiFranco...
I can't wait for Jamaica...Mmmmm...
Him: "Oh, House, cool. Have you seen this episode before?"
Me: "Nope. Not this one."
Him: "Oh, well..." and then he proceeded to tell me the end of the episode. He's not only an asshole, he's also stupid. Not a good combination.
And then last night, Eric and I were watching a movie, and I had the A/C off cause I don't like to freeze, and about 20 minutes after he walked in, before Novak got home mind you, he just comes out of her room and turns the air on. "YOU DON'T LIVE HERE!"
Anyway, moving on...how do you sit by and watch someone you love and hold very dear destroy themselves? How many different ways can you say, "Please, just stop doing what you're doing." I was laying on his bed last night, and he comes in the room from the bathroom and comes up to me and says, "What do you see in my eyes?" He looked freaked out, so I leaned in and tried to find something that shouldn't be there, and didn't, so I just shrugged and was like, "I don't see anything." And he nodded and turned away and was like, "Exactly..." and started on about eyes being the windows to the soul and there was nothing inside, etc.
I didn't know what to say. I couldn't think of anything convincing. I know he's a good person. He's knows he's a good person, he's just self-destructive. And I wish so bad that I could do something, anything, to pull him out of his funk. Ugh...
I always fall for the fixer-uppers. But I fell for this boy years ago...when he was still whole. I don't love him any less, though...I think if anything, I love him more.
I've found a new love in the form of a short, dreaded folk singer named Ani. Oh, Ms. DiFranco...
I can't wait for Jamaica...Mmmmm...