First blog of 2019. This year has gotten off to a rather uneventful start. What happens when you work 40 hours a week and all your weekend plans aka dirt races get rained out once the season officially started. Case in point. Last Saturday night, home, in my room listening to the '90s band Stavesacre (better than anything that is out now, trust me) and had a rhetorical question rolling around in my head, and quickly grabbed my notebook and jotted down some thoughts, even though I wasn't even in the writing mood. Played with it about 10 minutes and this is what turned out.
At what point in life
Does the infatuation stage fade?
Does it ever?
Almost feels like i am at the point
To not even pursue anyone
Not that i ever did to begin with
No longer will i run away
But instead
Man up and handle rejection and have
Confidence in myself
One thing I’ve always lacked
Not sure why
Always afraid she will
See me in a different light
Always affected the way
I approach things
Would honestly rather run away
Than risk rejection yet again
When it’s literally all I’ve ever known
Will i ever expect the results to change?
If i ever expect a different outcome
Gotta change me
My outlook my confidence my lifelong fear
Not getting any younger here
After sending this out to about a dozen or so people, the first question I was asked was, who is this about. The surprising answer is, no one in particular. I came up with the first question, how old is too old for the infatuation stage, since I'm almost always prepetually single, am I too old to have a "Crush"? And came to the conclusion that, since I hit my 30s in 2011, I have been infatuated with 3 people. 1 I cried over letting go, one I actually dated, and one I ran away from. One of these days it will all work out. So I basically wrote it about 37 years of perspective through my eyes.
Monday, March 4, 2019
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