Day Five - My Definition of Love
Well, first off, let me say I have had a busy couple of days! Christmas dinner on Saturday, up to Bundoora on Sunday morning to help my brother move into his friend's place as a temporary measure while he is trying to find a new house...still worried about that kid, but he'll be alright. After that back on the road all the way down to the beach house for round two! More beach, fish and chips, massages and full body scratchies...mmmm....finally dragged myself back to Melbourne and reality.
Working every day up in Thomastown at our printing lab is absolutely exhausting, production and packing over and over on tables not much higher than my kness. Lame! Didn't make it in today...too sore...too tired...too much else to worry about. And a job interview this afternoon I need to be bright for. I've all but decided I don't want the law firm job, too hectic, I think I want an admin job that is just admin, not hard, just enough work not too be boring, so I'm still pumped for social activities - my main priority at this point.
So, onto the question of the day. My definition of love. This one is hard, I haven't decided how I feel about love. I believe I am in love, if being in love means putting up with a lot crappy stuff, and stress, and worry for those little moments that seem to make it all worth it. When he does something cute, or sweet, or tries to and it fails and he gets so upset. Then I love him. When I let things go that really grate on me, when I patiently wait because he is always late, when I tell him what to do because I know he wont have made a plan. I guess what I'm saying is love is knowing a person, really knowing them flaws and all, and still wanting to have them around. Because it feels strange not to fall asleep next to them, even when their snoring keeps you up half the nights, and you know they are going to piss you off when they get into the shower at 6:30am.
I have a hard time sometimes, thinking about love, thanks to Hollywood. Romantic movies where miracles happens and men know the answer to everything and the world is magical. That isn't real life. It's lovely and breathtaking to watch and dream about, but in real life things get tough, and you have to keep going and love is the person standing next to you, holding your hand, letting you cry on their shoulder, letting you rage at them because you're so tired and stressed out that you can't think straight.
But of course love still needs to be magical. There has to be a touch of Hollywood, a touch of ridiculousness. It has to be fun, and silly, and spontaneous. There needs to be tingles and dizziness and tickles and laughter. There needs to be passion and attraction and romance!
Yep, love needs to be, just a little, just like the movies.
Working every day up in Thomastown at our printing lab is absolutely exhausting, production and packing over and over on tables not much higher than my kness. Lame! Didn't make it in today...too sore...too tired...too much else to worry about. And a job interview this afternoon I need to be bright for. I've all but decided I don't want the law firm job, too hectic, I think I want an admin job that is just admin, not hard, just enough work not too be boring, so I'm still pumped for social activities - my main priority at this point.
So, onto the question of the day. My definition of love. This one is hard, I haven't decided how I feel about love. I believe I am in love, if being in love means putting up with a lot crappy stuff, and stress, and worry for those little moments that seem to make it all worth it. When he does something cute, or sweet, or tries to and it fails and he gets so upset. Then I love him. When I let things go that really grate on me, when I patiently wait because he is always late, when I tell him what to do because I know he wont have made a plan. I guess what I'm saying is love is knowing a person, really knowing them flaws and all, and still wanting to have them around. Because it feels strange not to fall asleep next to them, even when their snoring keeps you up half the nights, and you know they are going to piss you off when they get into the shower at 6:30am.
I have a hard time sometimes, thinking about love, thanks to Hollywood. Romantic movies where miracles happens and men know the answer to everything and the world is magical. That isn't real life. It's lovely and breathtaking to watch and dream about, but in real life things get tough, and you have to keep going and love is the person standing next to you, holding your hand, letting you cry on their shoulder, letting you rage at them because you're so tired and stressed out that you can't think straight.
But of course love still needs to be magical. There has to be a touch of Hollywood, a touch of ridiculousness. It has to be fun, and silly, and spontaneous. There needs to be tingles and dizziness and tickles and laughter. There needs to be passion and attraction and romance!
Yep, love needs to be, just a little, just like the movies.