Thursday, February 10, 2005

The paths we take...

When you find that the road you are walking down becomes redundant you decide to run. As you are running the surroundings pass by without notice until one day you find that you have been running down too straight of a line. Skidding to a stop your feet glide along a different path. Who ever knew there were paths underneath this dirt that lead in all different directions? It takes the people who are brave enough to stop running and take a look at what is real around them to realize every direction you turn is an opportunity.

Monday, February 07, 2005

From my soul, to my hands I create the beauty that reflects my love...

On my easel I drew, while I was thinking of the one I loved, why I loved him and how I would make it through the evening. My head has ached for two days now, this irritating, constant pulsing behind my eyes, but that doesn’t matter because last night the phone rang. Chirping in the early morning hours it came earlier than expected which brought a sense of calmness over my body. Soothing, the voice on the other line eased my tense soul and brought a smile to my face. Early into the morning my contentment carried me to read, paint and write all in a few hours astonishing me at how much I can get done when I am eternally happy, just content being loved and at home by myself. Essentially knowing in my heart that he loves me made me realize that these past few days have been what I have been searching for months to find. As I sit here, I pray that it will only get healthier and my steps will be forward in this process. Tonight, I dream of spontaneity between us, I yearn for the little things and of the life I have coveted since I was a child. Let us capture this shining light forever, leave behind what is going on outside, now I am serene in creating simultaneously with my mind and hands emitting all the love I possess out in my art and my words, baring myself as if I am standing naked, today it appears that I am stripped, open and ready to love.

Saturday, February 05, 2005

Contemplating the bar scene...

“I don’t have fun when you go out with me.” Let’s dissect this sentence. Before we do let me give you some background on this situation. I have not been out (to a club or bar) with my boyfriend and his friends or just my boyfriend for that matter in since November. Just about every weekend Friday and Saturday, particularly Saturdays he drops me like dead weight to hang out with his friends and I am never invited. On top of that I hardly ever see him during the day on these Saturdays either. Time with him during the weekends consists of Sunday during the day or evening until around eight at night and I am ushered out the door.

A while back we use to go to the bars all the time together. He was my best friend and he would treat me like a person instead of an old stuffed animal you kick around for the hell of it. So I asked, "What is different when you go out with me then when you go out without me?" Answer: I am militant. Where ever I go there is drama. I say, there are things I don’t like and if I don’t like it well damn it I am going to tell you. I have always been like that and it will never change. I am straightforward and tell you what I see. The flirting with other girls I am not a big fan of but what girlfriend would be? Is this the type of militant you are talking about?

Also, I am told his friends do not like hanging out with me either (at the bars) but they like to hang out in other environments. Ah, what? Don’t blame it on your friends! What is the difference between the bars and other environments? Could it be the girls? If there is anything else let me know. Why must you go out to the bars all the time if you have a girlfriend? Reason: the “friends” do not have girlfriends, so they are looking. What is your reason? The world is a wonderful place filled with numerous things to do besides go to a bar and waste money on drinks and a cover just to stand there and look at girls that don’t “measure up” when you are sober. My conclusion is that you like to go to the bars with out me because you are talking, flirting, dancing, getting numbers, or hunting and talking to girls for your friends who can’t do it themselves.

Let’s switch for a moment, I will be “the boyfriend” personality as a girl, going to the bars without my boyfriend would be awesome because I could talk to any guy that came up to me or I could care less about that person yet either way it is so intriguing to be able to talk to someone new. If I was asked to dance then I could if I wanted and say “screw it” no one is here to watch me so I don’t have to “walk on egg shells”. They will ask me if I have a boyfriend, what would I say? Would I say I didn’t have a man, a man who is sitting at home waiting for me to call him so that he knows I am okay or to come get me if I need a ride, a man who is at home painting a beautiful picture for me because he loves me, a man who will be there for me through anything and who wants to see me because I make him happy for the time that I am there when all the empty moments are torture.

When we are together I want everyone to know you are with me, I am so proud of you and all that you do and it brings tears to my eyes to think that all I am is bashed around your friends. At night when I am sleeping I remember the time we ended up at the same club, I was happy because I got to see you and I bought a new outfit for you and I wanted you to see it, but when I walked up to you all I got was silence. You looked at me and laughed, whispering to your friends and standing there with a smile on your face. My happiness quickly turned to questions. Being myself I asked you what was wrong? But nothing you said made sense so after standing by my boyfriend for about ten minutes of awkwardness and pure emotional pain I turned around and went to the bar. When I came back you had left the club without saying goodbye. What was that all about?

Honestly, if I were asked by someone this question, “When your man goes out do you think he would tell a girl that he had a girlfriend even if she was pretty?” Sadly, I have no idea. I would hope the answer would be yes because I am a good person, because I should be your best friend, because you respect me, because I am beautiful and for many other reasons. I admit I am not perfect and I do have things that I need to get over but I can not fix things unless I am given the chance. I feel I am being road blocked and that frustrates me because every thing that irks me is every thing we end up talking about. If it were ever acknowledged we could move on but it is just pushed to the side as dust covers it like snow creating that security blanket for you but I remember it. I remember these moments because they are what cause the hurt inside of me. I wish that one of these days I will no longer be dating that college boy who wants to go to the bars all the time to be “that guy” but I will be with the man who respects me and listens to my feelings and concerns.