Sometimes, it’s not until a storm comes that things get unearthed. We get to see what’s underneath. The dark secrets and the truths that in the light of day we keep hidden. for some, the truth will make them feel closer. For others, it will make them more alone. Pain will get uprooted. some pain still too deep to be seen by human eyes. But in time, as we replant ourselves, we will be thankful. Because, like the roots of a tree, it is what lies beneath that allows us to grow. together or apart. -Marin, Men in Trees
I haven’t written much in this blog about my past. Some of my readers might have picked up on the fact that I’ve been burned in my past, scalded even. My most recent ex was someone who I had an amicable breakup with, where he just wasn’t ready to date. I could understand that completely, and I had no hard feelings. I honestly wished him well, and thought that maybe one day, when his life was back on track, we’d have another chance. We stayed friends, and we’ve talked several times since the breakup. I thought, now here is a guy I didn’t waste my time on. I gave him a chance, and it just didn’t work out, but he isn’t a bad person. Then I found out about her.
Nobody likes to lose control, but as a surgeon there’s nothing worse. It’s a sign of weakness, of not being up to the task. Still there are times when it just gets away from you, when the world stops spinning, when you realize your shiny little scalpel isn’t gonna save you. No matter how hard you fight it, you fall. It’s scary as hell. Except there’s an upside to the free fall. It’s the chance you give your friends to catch you.-Meredith, Grey’s Anatomy
Last night was a mix between amazing and frustrating. I met up with Potential and we spent the afternoon/evening palling around. I helped him look for a costume for a party he’s going to this weekend. I was half hoping for an invitation but it never came. He was going to a decade party so we went to a thrift store to search for the perfect outfit. We had fun joking around and laughing at the ridiculous clothes. It’s so comfortable to be with PG sometimes that I can forget all the other stuff. Well…almost.
Relationships don’t work they way they do on television and in the movies. Will they? Won’t they? And then they finally do, and they’re happy forever. Gimme a break. Nine out of ten of them end because they weren’t right for each other to begin with, and half of the ones who get married get divorced anyway, and I’m telling you right now, through all this stuff I have not become a cynic. I haven’t. Yes, I do happen to believe that love is mainly about pushing chocolate covered candies and, y’know, in some cultures, a chicken. You can call me a sucker, I don’t care, because I do believe in it. Bottom line: it’s couples who are truly right for each other wade through the same crap as everybody else, but the big difference is they don’t let it take them down. One of those two people will stand up and fight for that relationship every time. If it’s right, and they’re real lucky, one of them will say something.-Dr. Cox, Scrubs
Now that I’m feeling better, I realized I may have been a little harsh on the Potential Guy. While I did (do) find it repulsive that he’s talking to a married woman, I have to give him some credit. One, he was honest. And two, he said he only talks to her as a friend, and he’s cutting down on contact. A few days ago I received a heartfelt email from PG. He told me how he is really trying to get past this crush on this woman, and he really and truly wants to get over her. He said he understood why I was upset, and he just needs time to get over her. He said once he figured out he wasn’t ready for a relationship with me, he was honest and upfront with me, and deserved credit for that. He also said that he really likes me and hated to think we couldn’t be friends at the very least. I have to say I was surprised that he still wanted to talk to me after all the things I said to him. He seems to genuinely care about me and so I caved. I wrote him back and said we could start over as friends, and get to know each other better.
That’s what you do. When you feel sorry for yourself, you get drunk and sleep with inappropriate men. It’s okay. I find it charming.-Alex, Grey’s Anatomy
Yesterday I woke up with a throbbing headache, horrible taste in my mouth, and a head full of regrets. I groaned and looked over at the not so familiar face of The Mistake. Right as I was muttering to myself about what an idiot I am, my phone rang. It was Birthday Twin, and he was once again full of apologies. “Hey buddy, I’m so sorry. I lost my phone, I’m sorry we didn’t hang out on Saturday.” I blinked, hoping that The Mistake would somehow disappear but he was real, right down to his boxer shorts and six pack and his arm flopped over my bare chest. “Ughhh, good morning” I grumbled into the phone.
Who cares what you are, just enjoy it!-Samantha, Sex and the City
Friday night I was planning on taking it easy. Just as I was settling into sweats and a good game of Guitar Hero, I got a call from The Younger Guy. He’s 21, and a friend of a good girlfriend of mine. He had tickets to see a great local hip hop band I love and insisted that I come along as his guest. We had a great night full of dancing and good beats. I guess I’m still getting used to this single life thing. I had one of those great nights where I was getting lots of attention from the opposite sex. Everywhere I turned I kept running into guys I used to know, guys I used to have crushes on back in college. It was a wild night! At one point The Younger Guy said man, I would hate to be a beautiful woman like you, you get harrassed constantly! I blushed and told him I really wasn’t used to this kind of attention, and it was pretty overwhelming.