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All these song lyrics
Sunday, 4 August 2013 @ 4:53 am
and quotes that I want to use right now but I'm not quite sure what is appropriate anymore.
I act so impulsively. Often just because I need or want answers. Just now it wasn't either of those. Since turning 21 I think I've become a little more lost as to who I am and what I want.
I'm overly serious about relationships. Which I can't help but I just don't like being messed around with. I don't play games. If I'm interested, you will know.
Earlier today, upon taking another persons past into account, I have somewhat convinced myself and understand why they take the approach to relationships that they do. The approach is different to mine, although this does not necessarily mean that it is wrong. If both parties are willing, then they can adapt to the new situations, not necessarily change who they essentially are, just to make slight adjustments to their way of thought or lifestyle to match the other person. Perhaps couples who are meant to be together won't need to do any of these things, I do not know.
What do I know?
That I am confused as heck.
Well, I've been confused a lot lately. Working a full time job means that I don't get to wallow in my usual preferred fashion (the time when tree and I broke up, I didn't wash my hair for a week, lovely-I know) and the lack of passing trade means that I have been granted a great deal of (over)thinking and (over)analysing time. As clarified by several people of various age groups and backgrounds, I am not actually being crazy (or so they assure me).
Are the rules that I set out for myself made to be broken?
What does one pursue? The one that brought about the feelings that tree and frenchie created? Where everything is in one big, grey area for an extended time? Or the one where there is a somewhat mild chemistry, but where one knows that it is, indeed, a safer bet?
Of course.
People always go for the one who will hurt them more, and I think that will be my choice, also.
Robert Frost, everybody.
The Road Not Taken
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;
Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim
Because it was grassy and wanted wear,
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,
And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way
I doubted if I should ever come back.
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I,
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.
For anyone who may meet/see/come into contact with me for the next few weeks/upcoming month, I apologise for any erratic behaviour I may be exuding. As well as the run on sentences and a loss of the little sanity I may of ever had.
We're all guilty of not being able to take our own advice and I shall clearly demonstrate soon what can happen, the sadness when it all comes crashing down and comes to a grinding halt-but-that's ohhkae. It is my choice to pick the more difficult, more painful route. Feelings are such fragile things.
Additionally; I present this article from the wonderful and wacky Thought Catalog: '12 Dating Behaviours I'm Done With'
Especially point four and ten. Especially those two.
I'd like to write for the Thought Catalog someday.
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