"Love is a gross exaggeration of the difference between one person and everybody else."
George Bernard Shaw
There are often so many thoughts in my head and after leaving school there is little venue for me to express them. I am hoping this will be a way for me to dialogue if only with myself.
Friday, May 27, 2005
Booked: No need to check my calendar
My trip to back to school was perfect! It was exactly what I needed to restore my self confidence. I am now sure of myself and see my ability to make my future. It was interesting that the moment I got into town my phone started ringing off the hook. I forgot in school I was the one everyone wanted to be around (gee... don't I sound conceited).
I think it was more I new how to gather a group of diverse and interesting people, introduce them to an unfamiliar setting, and let the entire thing mix and see what happens. Well, needless to say I was busy the entire time. I enjoyed seeing everyone and it was terrific how even after a year of not seeing my friends, I was completely comfortable around them. I didn't feel obligated to entertain, or even talk a lot. We were just comfortable. (At least I hope they were.)
Well, during a conversation with my friend Andrew, at like 3am, we talked about how in college I knew my calendar for social events a month in advance. I didn't realize it then, but now I do. Now that I use a day planner, and try to get together or pull together a diverse set of my friends, it is near impossible. Not because their schedules aren't open but because our schedules never coincide. I look at my calendar now and I have been booked every weekend since Cinco de Mayo until July 9th. Isn't that ridiculous, my calendar is still a month out, I guess it was just when I had a boyfriend that I didn't make plans.
So... I forgot that I had a life of my own. I kind of lost it, but now it is found. I still get lonely sometimes, but I am enjoying it once again. I guess we all have to lose ourselves and relearn who we are after breaking up, because when you are falling in love, you lose who you are and become a part of someone else and a relationship that takes on an identity of its own. That is okay. That is what falling in love is, losing, immersing, and finding yourself in someone else. Yeah I fall in love easy, but at least I know how to love. I don't think my love is ever wasted. The only one who really gets hurt in the end is me, but that is okay. If I didn't it means I never really cared.
I think it was more I new how to gather a group of diverse and interesting people, introduce them to an unfamiliar setting, and let the entire thing mix and see what happens. Well, needless to say I was busy the entire time. I enjoyed seeing everyone and it was terrific how even after a year of not seeing my friends, I was completely comfortable around them. I didn't feel obligated to entertain, or even talk a lot. We were just comfortable. (At least I hope they were.)
Well, during a conversation with my friend Andrew, at like 3am, we talked about how in college I knew my calendar for social events a month in advance. I didn't realize it then, but now I do. Now that I use a day planner, and try to get together or pull together a diverse set of my friends, it is near impossible. Not because their schedules aren't open but because our schedules never coincide. I look at my calendar now and I have been booked every weekend since Cinco de Mayo until July 9th. Isn't that ridiculous, my calendar is still a month out, I guess it was just when I had a boyfriend that I didn't make plans.
So... I forgot that I had a life of my own. I kind of lost it, but now it is found. I still get lonely sometimes, but I am enjoying it once again. I guess we all have to lose ourselves and relearn who we are after breaking up, because when you are falling in love, you lose who you are and become a part of someone else and a relationship that takes on an identity of its own. That is okay. That is what falling in love is, losing, immersing, and finding yourself in someone else. Yeah I fall in love easy, but at least I know how to love. I don't think my love is ever wasted. The only one who really gets hurt in the end is me, but that is okay. If I didn't it means I never really cared.
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