Feeling inspired:):):)...
COMPLETELY related to the comment of Long Time Away...
Strange feeling this morning:):):)...
I got off work, as usual:):)...
Work is going GREAT, overall, I'd say:):):)...
I'm working shipping, now, by the way:):)...I just like the guys better:):):)...we argue more than we did in the door stacking section I worked in before:):):)...
But as I told Brandi before and after we broke up:):):)...I don't mind arguing:):):)...in fact, it brings me closer to a person:):):)...I'd rather know what's on your mind and what's bothering you and have a chance to talk about it, argue about it, listen and consider it, and be responsive to it, if possible, than be with people who keep their bullshit to themselves with no opportunity to expose it to the sunlight:):):)...the passive aggressive bullshit I went through in the door stacking position I was in before made OH SO CLEAR to me how much I LOVE being with people who argue with me:):):)...than with people who either shut everything off, themselves...or when people try to shut me off (don't worry...I'm over the "Great Chit Controversy of 2005):):):):):):)...
...we have a new boss:):)...he's not perfect:):)...but who is, really:):):)...and I like him:):):)...he seems like a good guy, I think:):):)...I liked both of the guys who were running things before (though one, in particular, and both, at times, could be REALLY CONDESCENDING to me, in ways that REALLY OFFENDED ME, frankly...I am about the HARDEST WORKING MOTHER FUCKER I've ever met in my entire life, if you include all the THINKING WORK I do which FAR OUTPACES anyone I've ever worked or been with, frankly...and both of those guys -- who I really like and appreciate as human beings, remember -- insulted my work ethic, which is about the MOST BULLSHIT RATIONALIZING people who are afraid that their not as smart as me can do with me, frankly...and it makes me want to vomit that people would reach so far to avoid facing the fact that...NOT ONLY am I smarter than most folks, frankly:):):)...but I will kick your ass as a hard worker and quite a few things really:):):):):):):)...and you and everyone else can FUCKIN' DEAL, frankly:):):)...and keep up with me, if you can:):):):):):):)LOL:):):):):):)...
Does anyone ask Michael Jordan to slow down so that they can keep pace with him?:):):)...NO:):):)...and I expect the same courtesy:):):)...even as I WORK MY ASS OFF to get you up to speed with me:):):)...(something that EVERYONE COMPLETELY TAKES FOR GRANTED WITH ME:):):) -- that I am a INCREDIBLE MOTHERFUCKIN' TEACHER:):):):):):):)...and that is something that YOU CAN BET YOUR FUCKIN' ASS ON:):):):):):):)...and to learn as much from you as you learn from me:):):):):):)...
And this morning:):):)...after a GREAT NIGHT:):):) (did I mention, by the way, that I think I'm getting a reputation as something of a badass, by the way:):):)...meaning...don't fuck with me:):):)...and when you do, as I tell Joe:):):)...MY PATIENCE IS ELASTIC:):):)...NOT INFINITE:):):):):)...oh...and a
"Lunch and Learning" opportunity that we had last night, I think, demonstrated JUST HOW RELEVANT learning and education is to EVERY JOB:):):):):):)...even loading doors at Amarr Garage Doors:):):):)...
Sorry:):):)...
Back to my story:):):):):):)...
So:):):)...
I go grocery shopping, this morning, after I get off work:):):)...
I'm walking through the store, picking up all kinds of vegi entrees and organic foods:):):)...
And I pass by the floral section:):):):)...
Now...I haven't bought flowers consistently for about 4 years now...I used to feel so inspired by my relationship with Brandi that I would buy flowers once a week...once every two weeks, as a conservative estimate:):):)...
And I have DEFINITELY noticed a correlation between how in love I am with someone and how many times I buy flowers:):):)...
When I'm IN LOVE -- and I mean IN LOVE...not just love girlfriends, all of whom, as with all my friends, as well, I love:):):)...
When I'm IN LOVE:):):)...I buy flowers ALL THE TIME:):):):):):)...
I REALLY, REALLY, REALLY, REALLY, REALLY MISS IT, actually:):):):):):):):)...
And today:):):)...I'm walking through the store...thinking some pretty inspiring thoughts, I must say, if I can say so myself:):):)...
And then I go through that floral section:):):):):)...
And I decide that I HAVE GOT TO FALL IN LOVE:):):)...
I MUST...I NEED IT:):):)...BADLY:):):)...
I have been pursued by ALMOST LITERALLY EVERY GIRL THAT I'VE WORKED WITH IN THE LAST TWO YEARS:):):)...
I have NO IDEA why this is the case:):):)...
While I think of myself as above average attractiveness:):):)...
I am DEFINITELY NO BRAD PITT:):):):):):):):)...(by the way, ladies:):):)...Brad Pitt...in Snatch:):):)...almost wants me want to turn gay:):):)...I have to give that guy his props:):):)...
But NOONE...not in FOUR FUCKING YEARS...NOONE...NOONE...NOONE...NOONE...NOONE...NOONE...COMPARES TO BRANDI...NOONE...NOONE...NOONE...NOONE...
It is KILLS ME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!:):):):):):)LOL:):):):):):)...
I didn't even LIKE THIS GIRL AS MUCH AS SHE LIKED ME, initially:):):)...I DIDN'T EVEN THINK ABOUT DATING THIS GIRL FOR A YEAR AND A HALF AFTER WE MET:):):):):):):)...I think that I am going CLINICALLY INSANE, desperate to be in love like that again:):):):):):)...
So I'm in the floral section:):):):)...I look at the irises (which I ADORE:):):):):)...I look at the plotted flowers:):):) (so I can grow some and watch them grow over time:):):):)...I look at the REALLY GREAT IDEA that Dillons has, now, of a package of rose petals:):):):) (if you're a romantic like me:):):)...and you want rose petals to spread for a night of lovemaking:):):):)...this is SUCH A GREAT IDEA:):):):)...though I think I'll spread my rose petals the old-fashioned way:):):)...and pluck them myself from roses I buy for the one I love:):):):)...
And all of a sudden:):):):)...
I'm just inspired:):):):)...
I decide that I'VE GOT TO FALL IN LOVE:):):)...it is MY MISSION IN LIFE:):):):):):)...
I'm not feeling all hurt like I was when Brandi and I had just broken up:):):)...just desperate for companionship:):):)...which I found in QUITE A FEW VERY CLOSE FRIENDS, really, in the aftermath of that too tragic and stupid fallout:):):) (you ever feel like A COMPLETE MORON for fucking up the MOST IMPORTANT THING IN YOUR LIFE?:):):):):):)...that's how I've felt for about 4 years, now:):):):):):)...
I'm just ON A MISSION:):):):):):)...
There are MANY, MANY, MANY women who have pursued sex/love with me in the last couple years or so, after I've left the dreaded and stagnant confines of a grad school too stuck in the past to look to the future:):):):):):)...
BUT NOONE WHO INSPIRES ME TO THE LEVEL OF LOVE that, as the Dixie Chicks sing in, "I Believe in Love":):):)..."to be in love like I am till now...than settle for the kind of love that fades before the morning light"...and later..."love is out there waiting somewhere...you just have to go and find it":):):)...
And that is EXACTLY WHAT I AM GODDAMNED DETERMINED TO DO:):):)...
I know what everyone says:):):)...you can't find love:):):)...it's got to find you:):):):):):)...
But I'm like this explorer of an unknown, exotic region...a level of love heretofore unknown to humanity:):):):):):)...I will seek it out...I will pursue it...I will follow whatever paths it leads me along...I will lay down by its still waters...and I will drink of its bounty when I find the stream that can quench my thirst...
I need passion...I need inspiration...I need someone who can challenge me...teach me...learn from me...listen...and share...someone who talks over me, so excited they are to share whatever new thought or feeling or impression or opinion or recent outlook or perspective...WHATEVER...runs across their pretty little head:):):):):):)...
I need someone who KICKS MY FUCKING ASS at loving humanity and life and me and themselves:):):):):):)...someone who KICKS MY FUCKING ASS going deeper and getting better...and someone WHO KICKS MY FUCKING ASS trying, when their busy with me KICKING THEIR FUCKING ASS doing all of the same:):):):):):)...
That's what I want:):):):):):):)...
Someone who impresses me:):):):):):)...and who just keeps impressing me, every time I turn around:):):):):):)...
Have anyone heard the Dixie Chicks' More Love?:):):):):):)...if you haven't:):):)...you should:):):):):):)..it's the song that inspired me to buy one of the best albums I've bought in the last 10 years, at least:):):):):):)...check it out:):):):):):)...
Is it too much to ask that the Chicks sing at my wedding?:):):):):):)...I don't think so:):):)...I should start writing Natalie, Emily, and Marty:):):):):):)...I love those girls:):):):):):)...
By the way:):):)...important detail in my life, right now:):):):):):)...Brandi finally wrote me:):):)...after the longest period of time that we've been out of communication in the entire time we've known each other:):):):):):)...she wanted to know my address to send me a picture album that my sister made me several years back for Christmas:):):):):):):)...
I told her that I saw a picture of her and Greg on the internet, recently:):):)...it was cute:):):):):):)...hope their both doing alright:):):)...
Oh:):):)...
And I'm 32:):):)...as of June 14th:):):)...
And...despite not being in love:):):)...
I'm happier than I've ever been in my entire life:):):):):):):)...
Something I've learned as I meet people who DON'T feel life as deeply as I do:):):)...
I don't envy A SINGLE SOLITARY ONE OF THEM:):):):):):):)...
I would rather take ALL THE SHIT that I feel, right now:):):):)...and ACTUALLY FEEL IT:):):):):):):)...
Than live the LIFELESS, NUMB, SAD lives that folks who repress so much of their emotional lives live when they don't express their lives and their feelings and their thoughts and THEMSELVES as much as I get a chance to do:):):):):):)...
And to kick peoples' LILLY WHITE FUCKIN' ASSES, in the process:):):):):):):)...
Looking forward to many more years of that, I hope:):):):):):)...
Love,
Ben