I don't know what's wrong with me...
but last week I took out 5 of my ear piercings, INCLUDING MY PLUGS. It was really strange all of a sudden it was bugging me having stuff in my ears, so I took them out... and they've stayed out. All that hard work too, my plugs were 1/2"! They're not back to normal yet, but looking ok. I think you get used to having stuff like that and almost identify yourself through it. I feel different somehow.
I used to have this theory on relationships, love and soul mates and it went like this:
To meet someone from your school, hometown, or within a 20 mile radius of where you live is not fate, it is merely convenient and likely. Meeting someone in a more bizarre way or at a place you've never gone before seems more like intervention of destiny or that it was 'meant to happen'. If you can meet "the one" despite geographical distances by a string of crazy coincidences that brought you together, somehow it just seems more legit than oh, we had a class together. I think I had some rose tinted glasses on long distance relationships because of this theory. And the reason I am thinking about this now? After living in my house for 15 years, I am going out with the guy who lives across the street. And I am happy. The irony is not wasted on me...
I used to have this theory on relationships, love and soul mates and it went like this:
To meet someone from your school, hometown, or within a 20 mile radius of where you live is not fate, it is merely convenient and likely. Meeting someone in a more bizarre way or at a place you've never gone before seems more like intervention of destiny or that it was 'meant to happen'. If you can meet "the one" despite geographical distances by a string of crazy coincidences that brought you together, somehow it just seems more legit than oh, we had a class together. I think I had some rose tinted glasses on long distance relationships because of this theory. And the reason I am thinking about this now? After living in my house for 15 years, I am going out with the guy who lives across the street. And I am happy. The irony is not wasted on me...