OK, so the sleeping thing didn't go so well
Ohhhh insomnia. How I loathe you.
So I was driving around and heard Dave Matthews, and I started thinking how I'd completely blanked on the fact that the whole Justin thing started a year ago Monday. Of course, I look back now and mentally screech "WHAT WAS I THINKING???" but at the time, he was a much-needed distraction. And whatever lousy things I can say about that whole situation, he reminded me how good the butterflies can be. He also cemented my affection for baseball (making out through the All-Star Game'll do that to a girl).
But I digress...
G-GC #2 made a comment last night about marking territory that's been on my mind tonight as I consider my own actions today, and I've come to a not-too-startling conclusion: The whole guy-girl thing, from pre-school on up, is one big pissing match. It's about proclaiming ownership, whether you actually have rights or not, and holding on to property even when you don't want it on the off chance that you might someday. Or that you want to park a tiny part of your life on it, so you hold on to the whole acre lot.
So maybe a better metaphor, rather than pissing match, would be game of Monopoly. You roll the dice, move your token around and collect pieces of property. Sometimes you trade certain pieces of property for others in the name of moving up in the world, sometimes you hold on to property just so your opponents can't get at it, and sometimes you get stuck with a big frickin' rent bill. You pick prime properties to develop with houses and hotels, and sometimes you go straight to jail without passing "Go" or collecting the $200 that's rightfully yours.
I really wish I was tired now, 'cause I know I will be at about 10 a.m.
So I was driving around and heard Dave Matthews, and I started thinking how I'd completely blanked on the fact that the whole Justin thing started a year ago Monday. Of course, I look back now and mentally screech "WHAT WAS I THINKING???" but at the time, he was a much-needed distraction. And whatever lousy things I can say about that whole situation, he reminded me how good the butterflies can be. He also cemented my affection for baseball (making out through the All-Star Game'll do that to a girl).
But I digress...
G-GC #2 made a comment last night about marking territory that's been on my mind tonight as I consider my own actions today, and I've come to a not-too-startling conclusion: The whole guy-girl thing, from pre-school on up, is one big pissing match. It's about proclaiming ownership, whether you actually have rights or not, and holding on to property even when you don't want it on the off chance that you might someday. Or that you want to park a tiny part of your life on it, so you hold on to the whole acre lot.
So maybe a better metaphor, rather than pissing match, would be game of Monopoly. You roll the dice, move your token around and collect pieces of property. Sometimes you trade certain pieces of property for others in the name of moving up in the world, sometimes you hold on to property just so your opponents can't get at it, and sometimes you get stuck with a big frickin' rent bill. You pick prime properties to develop with houses and hotels, and sometimes you go straight to jail without passing "Go" or collecting the $200 that's rightfully yours.
I really wish I was tired now, 'cause I know I will be at about 10 a.m.