Lightning in a Bottle
I just finished watching the latest episode of GIRLS, where Marnie reconnects with Charlie, her ex, after not seeing him for over a a year. They rekindle and have a night of passion, but she knows he's a wreck (drug addict).
I'm scared.
I'm scared I'm that kind of person. I'm not a drug addict, but my life isn't up and running. I'm a person that someone can have a lot of chemistry with and the sparks will fly, and imagination can run away real quick. I'm Mr. Right Now, not Mr. Right, and I'm not really that person. But that's what I flies out of me.
I'm scared that I won't get the next few years right, and by right, I mean flying career and personally, because I'm my own worst enemy and can't get out of my own way. Like it's been said and said again, I have the pieces, but I just can't put shit together. Maybe one of my gifts is that I can connect, but the curse is that I can't maintain anything.
Or maybe life is just a series of large sparks, and I just have to enjoy the lightning in a bottle.
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