I’m watching this, LIKE A GIRL. I am admittedly an awful girl. Ever since I was a kid I’ve preferred Hot Wheels to Barbie Dolls, politics to celebrities and Dostoevsky to Cosmo. My girliness comes out with movies, I love chic flicks. And guess what? I don’t care! I’m lame, I know it! Someday, someone will see that lameness and think it’s the best lameness in the world. Otherwise, I have cats. :}
I am awful at about me sections. I don’t think I’m an interesting enough person to make a good about me section.
What I want to know is: What do you want to see in a person’s about me? Not necessarily just mine.
Do you want to know all their stats? As though they were a baseball player being drafted?
Do you want to know their hopes and dreams?
I never know. What do you put?
I am a romantic. I love the idea of being in love. Not the love that you find in movies, that’s too dramatic. I’m more interested in “real” love. I want someone who genuinely wants to spend time with me, appreciates my quirks, generally pushes me to be a better person and holds me accountable to my dreams. I’d obviously reciprocate.
Why do I say this? Because I recently found Cutie Boots by Stepdad and I had to stop typing to look up the lyrics and smile at the thought that someday someone would think about me when they heard this song.
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I’d stay awake for a year for every night that you slept soundly.
I’d regret the once I’d hidden wishing you had found me.
I’d rip holes throughout the country hoping you’d drift closer to me.
I’d block the sun forever just so you could read by candlelight.
I’d agree to everything to make sure that we wouldn’t fight.
I wanna hold you ‘til it feels like it’s been long enough to stop saying I miss you, stop saying I miss you.
I wanna kiss you ‘til you know without me telling you that I will never leave you, I will never leave you.
I’d live life without my legs to make sure yours stop hurting.
I’d give up my will to live to make sure yours is burning.
I’d stop loving, caring, trying if you’d never wake up crying.
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Chances are I’ll end up like Auguste Comte who couldn’t find a truly loving relation with family, friends or lovers so he “finally chose to find gratification in a love for humanity.”
I am lame and I don’t care!
/lameness.
If I could turn my music up to the loudest point it could go and have the world disappear - I would. Right now, the highest it goes isn’t high enough. I’m lost in my own head and it certainly isn’t working out for me.
Lucky me, no one that knows me personally reads this frequently enough to worry.
(Hi Heather, Chris, Jackie, and Ashley!)
