So I think I’ve managed to hit a cross roads. Not just any form of cross roads but the type of cross roads you encounter when an unstoppable force meets an immovable object. That special kind of epiphany which causes you to possibly rethink even your most well put together and carefully crafted thoughts. Now I hit this crossroads about a month a half ago when I was visited by a friend. A friend that I have had a crush on for quite some time. Just over 3 years to be exact. Yes, many people feel that after one manages to exit the unfriendly confines of High School, scenarios that include having crushes should cease and completely disappear. These same scenarios should especially never come attached with the notion that one would go over three long years and not say anything to this person. Well many people don’t know exactly what the situation was three years ago that might have prevented this crush from being acted upon. Then among those same many people who do know, they probably wouldn’t understand.
So as not to completely bore you with the ins and outs of life’s trials & tribulations, which all of you have probably stumbled upon at some point in your own, we’ll just say that this crush wasn’t acted upon due to “circumstances”. If that isn’t enough of an explanation for you, then I’m quite sorry because that is all that you are going to get. During your child years, you learn than imagination is probably the best means of entertainment you can have. So I simply suggest that you pull that same imagination out of the attic in your head, dust off the cobwebs and use it to make those “circumstances” I was speaking about before become anything you would like them to be. Thank you.
Now that I’m finished aimlessly carrying on about circumstances and imagination, I’ll attempt to get to my point. Like I stated before, I hit a crossroads about a month and half ago when a certain friend came to visit me. Having had gone through said “circumstances”, I had come to my own conclusion regarding the opposite sex and formulated my own personal theory on them. I’ll also spare you the specifics of that very genius theory as to not spark any debates. Regardless of what the theory was, it was proven during that visit that there was an exception to it. If you haven’t figured it out just yet, my friend was the exception. The lone and sole exception to something I felt I had created so well it couldn’t possibly have any leaks, any air holes, flaws, weaknesses, whatever you want to call it. But she managed to find the smallest of cracks, the miniscule of chinks in the armor and here’s the craziest part; she did it without even trying. She didn’t even know she was doing it. Heck, I didn’t know that she was doing it. Not until it was already too late.