My Writings. My Thoughts.
Thoughts That Escaped My Head As I Sat On My Bed Thinking About How Little I Like Trix Now That They’re Not Shaped Like Fruit
August 31st, 2008
I’m one to randomly blurt out my thoughts and feelings; for some reason, I feel dishonest when I keep them inside. I suppose it’s because I have a lifelong interest in trying to make the self that others meet (my outside) match the self that only I have ever met–the one I converse with inside. Today, like most days, I’ve got 300 thoughts or so clamoring about inside my head. I’ve spent a good part of my Sunday worrying about the coming semester’s credit load, about a brand new major, about the course of relationships, about the Lord’s plan for me and whether I’m on the right path, and about every other unknown that the future holds.
Above all of this, though, is one thought that I’ve always been hesitant to share. Society seems to shy away from any male that would even ponder upon these words, let alone seriously consider them. At the risk of exposing my darkest secret and forever losing my credibility in the consideration of men, here is that thought.
I really want to find the girl I marry. Quite a bit. Yep.
For some reason we are all afraid to say that these days. I’m not sure where the taboo came from that tells us that that thought isn’t meant to be let out. As a matter of fact, I haven’t the least idea. I just wrote a good ten line long paragraph that would be right here, but I ended up deleting the whole thing and just inserting this place holder [explanation does not exist].
The deepest human need is to love and be loved. What thing in life could be better than finding someone that you never tire of being around? Someone who changes something inside of you, allowing you to finally become your best self? Someone who, by some miraculous oversight, thinks life is better just because you exist? In all honesty, I have to admit that the day I first set eyes on that girl is going to be the luckiest day that I live. I suppose that I might only be able to recognize that day in hindsight; in that case, I look forward to being able to look back on that day more than anything.
That being said, if you happen to run into my wife running around, refer her to University Villa #111. Thanks.
I think I saw her. She was frustrated because she was your wife, but didn’t know you yet. I can only imagine the identify crisis that girl must be going through, being Britton’s future wife and not even knowing a Britton.
I’m sorry we can’t get married Britton but in all seriousness, you will find her. Trust me. I got your back. I’ll be on the look out!
trix arent shaped like fruit anymore?!
and also…
WOW
i dont know you at all but i think your little monologues with yourself are quite astonishing and what you said about love and finding someone who “changes something inside of you” nearly brought me to tears.