I saw a mother of an ex today.
No, I don't have a lot of exes and I would say hello to most of their mothers (especially this one because she is a nice lady), but today was an exception. I overheard a woman discussing what she should wear to a wedding and with particular interest (inevitable. i blame girl genes) I turned to listen in on the conversation. It was then I discovered I knew the woman, I dated her son and she's talking about his upcoming wedding... this is an unpaid acting gig and I'm out. So, I quickly, very quickly, exited the scene. Ninety-nine percent sure she didn't see me high tail it in the opposite direction; one hundred and fifty percent certain I was not interested in 'catching up' while she ran wedding errands, as this past year comprised an exit and engagement. It's strange how these things make us feel nervous or awkward, but for now I'm okay with darting in the opposite direction.
No, I don't have a lot of exes and I would say hello to most of their mothers (especially this one because she is a nice lady), but today was an exception. I overheard a woman discussing what she should wear to a wedding and with particular interest (inevitable. i blame girl genes) I turned to listen in on the conversation. It was then I discovered I knew the woman, I dated her son and she's talking about his upcoming wedding... this is an unpaid acting gig and I'm out. So, I quickly, very quickly, exited the scene. Ninety-nine percent sure she didn't see me high tail it in the opposite direction; one hundred and fifty percent certain I was not interested in 'catching up' while she ran wedding errands, as this past year comprised an exit and engagement. It's strange how these things make us feel nervous or awkward, but for now I'm okay with darting in the opposite direction.
And on a completely unrelated note : I've been learning a lot about love.
Mush.mush.
Love among friends and family.
Now, say that out loud.
Love among friends and family.
Now, say that out loud.
(the love part, not the mush part)
Frankly, that sounds like baloney to me. Ahem..:
Frankly, that sounds like baloney to me. Ahem..:
I love bunnies.
I love rainbows.
And I love my friends and family. wahwah.
Although extremely overused and cliche, this mush statement carries a lot of meaning. A year's worth of unfortunate events has tested this idea and I am confident in saying-- we've come out on top.
Por ejemplo:
My balls of steel friend and I were introduced about three years ago. We strongly disliked each other as much as two people could for the first two years. Then, for whatever reason, decided to join forces and have developed a solid friendship. She's nice (to me), fun, smart, and harasses my ex boyfriends-- all the basics of a good friend; but she also has proven herself to be a friend after my best interest through sacrifice, respect, and bold honesty.
Awesome! What can be better than that?!
My freakin' family. (Sorry mom, I'm a sucker for alliteration.) In my twenty-four years I've certainly cost them way too much money, time, heartache... and plenty of delightful entertainment. Over time, I've witnessed many friendships dissolve due to conflict, tension, and distance... but the love of family has endured. Thank God.
Mushy moments mit Whitney.
Vom.
Offbeat hoopla will ensue.
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