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.
