There are certain songs that no matter how many times I hear them still reduce me to a bawling three year old. O Holy Night is one such song. Every time the music swells up and the choir/vocalist/band sings "Fall on your knees" I start crying without fail. There is something about this song that reminds me of how small everything really is, how powerless I really am in deciding my own fate, and how I want to be a better person.
That being said, I'm particularly defensive about versions of this song. I downloaded the free itunes sampler today, and was subjected to the hell of "Musiq Soulchild's" rendition of this song. In my opinion, there is no place for a rastafarian sound in O Holy Night. This should not happen. Ever. I'll stick to Amy Grant's "O Come All Ye Faithful" safe as it may be. I don't like my serious religious songs tempered with anything but simple acoustic guitars, piano, choirs, or orchestra music. It just doesn't seem right. If you want to remix "Santa Baby" you have my blessings, but don't mess with my Jesus music!
Give me Mariah Carey, give me Amy Grant (especially "Mary's Song"!!), give me Sarah McLachlan, give me anyone willing to sound somewhat traditional.. just keep your synth pop for the less important songs!
Monday, December 14, 2009
Wednesday, September 9, 2009
everything leaves a mark...
It seems like every time I make a new mixtape I want to update this blog. Maybe I should start making more mixtapes. Maybe some of you disagree ;)
Big things are happening in life and while change is usually scary, I'm finding these things quite the opposite. I have gotten rid of my nice reliable car and I'm going to buy something cheap to get me from A to B. I have felt for a long time like I need to simplify my life but I just haven't gotten around to it until now.
I have no idea what I'm doing-- I have never bought a used car before, much less one for under $5K.. it could turn out to be a bad decision, but whatever. I'm going to give it a try. I may be buying a house soon. I'm not sure if that's the best idea for me right now, but we'll see on that too. There is something inviting about owning real estate and something entirely terrifying about it at the same time. If something goes wrong there is no landlord to call for a quick fix... you're the one responsible for fixing it. I'm not sure that I'm at the point in my life that I can afford to buy a water heater or replace central A/C... but I feel like I'm at the point in my life where I'm too old to be renting a box to live in for a ridiculous amount of money every month.
Anyway, all of that is boring.
I'm graduating in three months and 9 days. Graduating from college. Sadly, this won't mean a pay raise.. it wont' mean a different career.. it will just mean a piece of paper that I have paid roughly $25K for. Someday I'm sure it will come in handy but for right now it's a piece of paper and a sense of accomplishment for 9ish years of work to complete something substantial. I still don't know what I want to be when I grow up though. There are days when I am 100% sure that I want to teach HS English. Days when I read a good book, talk about literature with someone, explain Gatsby to my baby sister, I'm sure I want to teach in these moments... but there are days when I'm doing homework and realize I have no idea about writers of specific time periods, couldn't teach a grammar lesson without having kids laugh at me, and couldn't really care less about MLA style formatting when I think I'd be doing a disservice to students. I know that I want to write .. but I still have no idea what I want to write because I have yet to have time to write anything that hasn't been for a school deadline for quite some time. I know I'm marginally good at a lot of things.. but I don't yet know what I'm great at.
My friend Amanda is great at teaching. She has kids from prior classes that seek her out on Facebook and want to be friends with her. She goes to events of her students.. she goes to school dances, etc. These are things that I know would make me a horrible educator... I can't imagine students feeling the same way about me.
Now though, I'm not sure anyone really knows what it is they want to do until they fall into it. I'm not worried about it anymore. I'm not worried about ANYTHING anymore. Don't get me wrong, I'm anxious about not having a place to live set in stone.. and I'm anxious about not having a car at the moment.. and I'm anxious about getting everything ready school-wise before my vacation, but I know everything will work out just fine. Things will be just fine.
Let's face it.. they always are.
So what's there to worry about anyway?
Big things are happening in life and while change is usually scary, I'm finding these things quite the opposite. I have gotten rid of my nice reliable car and I'm going to buy something cheap to get me from A to B. I have felt for a long time like I need to simplify my life but I just haven't gotten around to it until now.
I have no idea what I'm doing-- I have never bought a used car before, much less one for under $5K.. it could turn out to be a bad decision, but whatever. I'm going to give it a try. I may be buying a house soon. I'm not sure if that's the best idea for me right now, but we'll see on that too. There is something inviting about owning real estate and something entirely terrifying about it at the same time. If something goes wrong there is no landlord to call for a quick fix... you're the one responsible for fixing it. I'm not sure that I'm at the point in my life that I can afford to buy a water heater or replace central A/C... but I feel like I'm at the point in my life where I'm too old to be renting a box to live in for a ridiculous amount of money every month.
Anyway, all of that is boring.
I'm graduating in three months and 9 days. Graduating from college. Sadly, this won't mean a pay raise.. it wont' mean a different career.. it will just mean a piece of paper that I have paid roughly $25K for. Someday I'm sure it will come in handy but for right now it's a piece of paper and a sense of accomplishment for 9ish years of work to complete something substantial. I still don't know what I want to be when I grow up though. There are days when I am 100% sure that I want to teach HS English. Days when I read a good book, talk about literature with someone, explain Gatsby to my baby sister, I'm sure I want to teach in these moments... but there are days when I'm doing homework and realize I have no idea about writers of specific time periods, couldn't teach a grammar lesson without having kids laugh at me, and couldn't really care less about MLA style formatting when I think I'd be doing a disservice to students. I know that I want to write .. but I still have no idea what I want to write because I have yet to have time to write anything that hasn't been for a school deadline for quite some time. I know I'm marginally good at a lot of things.. but I don't yet know what I'm great at.
My friend Amanda is great at teaching. She has kids from prior classes that seek her out on Facebook and want to be friends with her. She goes to events of her students.. she goes to school dances, etc. These are things that I know would make me a horrible educator... I can't imagine students feeling the same way about me.
Now though, I'm not sure anyone really knows what it is they want to do until they fall into it. I'm not worried about it anymore. I'm not worried about ANYTHING anymore. Don't get me wrong, I'm anxious about not having a place to live set in stone.. and I'm anxious about not having a car at the moment.. and I'm anxious about getting everything ready school-wise before my vacation, but I know everything will work out just fine. Things will be just fine.
Let's face it.. they always are.
So what's there to worry about anyway?
Saturday, July 18, 2009
true story...
I'm taking the most fabulous course in the second summer semester right now. It's a literary nonfiction class and part of my requirement is to read and write book reviews on two nonfiction books of my choice and the other part of my requirement is to write a 2500 word nonfiction story of my own. In addition to these requirements I am to read our textbook about creative nonfiction and Three Cups of Tea.
I know it doesn't sound fabulous to people who don't like to read or write, but this class is exhilarating to me! I'm thrilled to be forced to write a story as part of my requirement and thus far, I love my teacher. He's very involved in what's going on with the students and called to personally introduce himself. You can tell he's very passionate about what he teaches.
So I've been mulling over what to write for my nonfiction piece, and while the ideas I have would be fairly easy to come up with material for, I'm hesitant to commit to them because I don't want to write about them. The problem is, I can't decide what to write about, and I told Dr. Burns I would turn in my updated contract letter with this information in it by tomorrow afternoon.
I don't know if any of you write for fun (except for little miss Manda!) but I tend to not know what I'm going to write until I've tried a million things and am surrounded by a sea of crumpled paper and mashed out cigarettes. (attractive, eh?) So committing to one subject and delivering it is a daunting task.
If every class in college was like this one, I would never stop going to school.
I know it doesn't sound fabulous to people who don't like to read or write, but this class is exhilarating to me! I'm thrilled to be forced to write a story as part of my requirement and thus far, I love my teacher. He's very involved in what's going on with the students and called to personally introduce himself. You can tell he's very passionate about what he teaches.
So I've been mulling over what to write for my nonfiction piece, and while the ideas I have would be fairly easy to come up with material for, I'm hesitant to commit to them because I don't want to write about them. The problem is, I can't decide what to write about, and I told Dr. Burns I would turn in my updated contract letter with this information in it by tomorrow afternoon.
I don't know if any of you write for fun (except for little miss Manda!) but I tend to not know what I'm going to write until I've tried a million things and am surrounded by a sea of crumpled paper and mashed out cigarettes. (attractive, eh?) So committing to one subject and delivering it is a daunting task.
If every class in college was like this one, I would never stop going to school.
Sunday, June 28, 2009
Perspective
Tonight I have been thinking a lot about just how much there is that we don't know about our parents.
Through some strange and unexpected circumstances, I came across a blog written by my father's girlfriend full of recipes. One post said something about how she wanted to reward her "sweetie" for mowing the yard so she made him one of his favorite meals. Salmon patties, mac and cheese, and something else I can't remember. It was strange to read what it is my father likes to eat on a blog somewhere when I would not have been able to answer this question myself.
So I started thinking about all of the things that my parents must think about throughout their days that remind them of each other. I know that there are certain things that will always make me think of my ex-husband no matter how much time passes and how many people come in and out of my life. Certainly this is the same for him, as he has said so himself a dozen times, and therefore, it must be the same for my mom and father.
There are a million moments that only the two of us will know about, and I guess I just hadn't put two and two together that it would be the same for my mom and father.
That being said, I know that this post is not well constructed or eloquent in any way shape or form, I just wanted to write it down while I was thinking about it.
We all have more in common than we think.
Through some strange and unexpected circumstances, I came across a blog written by my father's girlfriend full of recipes. One post said something about how she wanted to reward her "sweetie" for mowing the yard so she made him one of his favorite meals. Salmon patties, mac and cheese, and something else I can't remember. It was strange to read what it is my father likes to eat on a blog somewhere when I would not have been able to answer this question myself.
So I started thinking about all of the things that my parents must think about throughout their days that remind them of each other. I know that there are certain things that will always make me think of my ex-husband no matter how much time passes and how many people come in and out of my life. Certainly this is the same for him, as he has said so himself a dozen times, and therefore, it must be the same for my mom and father.
There are a million moments that only the two of us will know about, and I guess I just hadn't put two and two together that it would be the same for my mom and father.
That being said, I know that this post is not well constructed or eloquent in any way shape or form, I just wanted to write it down while I was thinking about it.
We all have more in common than we think.
Wednesday, May 13, 2009
Endings and Beginnings
School has finally wrapped up for the semester and it has really hit home that I am four classes away from graduation. Years ago I started college at TCC, took a couple of night classes while I was working and then decided that I wanted to work instead of going to school. I applied for every office job in the newspaper and finally found a lovely little reception job 30 minutes from home that didn't mind that I lacked office experience. I worked there for a couple of years before deciding that I needed to go away to college. So, I applied to Stephen F. Austin and trekked to Nacogdoches, TX where I went to school for exactly one semester before realizing that I wasn't a very good student when I didn't have a full-time job. I thought it was too expensive, that my parents wanted me to come home, and honestly, the 9/11 ordeal scared the shit out of me. So I came home, and took some classes at TCC off and on for a few years.
It wasn't until I got married and realized that my office job career wasn't taking me at all where I wanted to be, that I decided it was time to get serious about going back to school. So I went back full-time, worked full-time, had a full-time family. It was stressful, it was rewarding, and I loved it in a slightly jaded way. I got my Associate's Degree in May of 2007, and stupidly didn't go to my graduation because my then husband didn't feel like getting out of the house. I remember feeling incredibly slighted by the fact that no one in my immediate married family thought that this achievement was worth getting dressed up and leaving the house for.
I remember going to the information session at Texas Woman's, by myself, remember touring the campus and deciding that this was where I was going to finish out my college work. And I remember being so excited to start and not having anyone at the home I was living at who really even cared. My husband talked about how much it was going to cost, what little time I was going to have to spend with the family, asked if I really wanted to go back... and I did. So I got registered for classes, and after what would likely be noted as "the worst night of my life", I drove out of a hotel parking lot, after seeing something I never thought I would see and my best friend, Tiffany (now my roommate), and I drove to Denton to get my books to start my first semester at TWU.
Now it is nearly two years later and I am four classes away from graduating from college. graduating from college! I have no idea what this little piece of paper will mean to me, although I know I will have to go on to start getting certified to teach, and I know that it means another chapter of my life is coming to a close. I told myself at the beginning of school at TWU that each semester I would drive out to the campus to get books even though my classes are all online.. and each time I drive out there, I pass by the hotel. I remember the Spring semester after my divorce I was incredibly angry at seeing the giant green sign on the side of the highway, one semester I drove by it without realizing I had missed it at all. Now I drive by it thankful, I usually say a little prayer to God thanking Him for the way that things turned out. But as weird as it may sound, I'm going to miss driving out there terribly when I graduate.
It will be another thing that was tied to the beginning of a new life that is over. I am not the same girl I was on September 1, 2007 when we drove out 35 to Denton, but I had no idea what I was on my way to becoming. I had no idea the strength and determination I had within myself, nor the resolve that I held. I had no idea that time would pass so quickly, and that everything that happened would feel like it was a lifetime ago. I had no idea that I would be happy again, or that I would feel full of possibility and life would once again hold promise.
So I find myself, in May of 2009 terrified to graduate college, but knowing that it is just another terrifying thing that will change my life for the better. I will be 27 in 13 days and I feel like my life is just beginning, like I've finally figured out who I am.
So farewell to the past, it's served me well. Great things are on the horizon.
It wasn't until I got married and realized that my office job career wasn't taking me at all where I wanted to be, that I decided it was time to get serious about going back to school. So I went back full-time, worked full-time, had a full-time family. It was stressful, it was rewarding, and I loved it in a slightly jaded way. I got my Associate's Degree in May of 2007, and stupidly didn't go to my graduation because my then husband didn't feel like getting out of the house. I remember feeling incredibly slighted by the fact that no one in my immediate married family thought that this achievement was worth getting dressed up and leaving the house for.
I remember going to the information session at Texas Woman's, by myself, remember touring the campus and deciding that this was where I was going to finish out my college work. And I remember being so excited to start and not having anyone at the home I was living at who really even cared. My husband talked about how much it was going to cost, what little time I was going to have to spend with the family, asked if I really wanted to go back... and I did. So I got registered for classes, and after what would likely be noted as "the worst night of my life", I drove out of a hotel parking lot, after seeing something I never thought I would see and my best friend, Tiffany (now my roommate), and I drove to Denton to get my books to start my first semester at TWU.
Now it is nearly two years later and I am four classes away from graduating from college. graduating from college! I have no idea what this little piece of paper will mean to me, although I know I will have to go on to start getting certified to teach, and I know that it means another chapter of my life is coming to a close. I told myself at the beginning of school at TWU that each semester I would drive out to the campus to get books even though my classes are all online.. and each time I drive out there, I pass by the hotel. I remember the Spring semester after my divorce I was incredibly angry at seeing the giant green sign on the side of the highway, one semester I drove by it without realizing I had missed it at all. Now I drive by it thankful, I usually say a little prayer to God thanking Him for the way that things turned out. But as weird as it may sound, I'm going to miss driving out there terribly when I graduate.
It will be another thing that was tied to the beginning of a new life that is over. I am not the same girl I was on September 1, 2007 when we drove out 35 to Denton, but I had no idea what I was on my way to becoming. I had no idea the strength and determination I had within myself, nor the resolve that I held. I had no idea that time would pass so quickly, and that everything that happened would feel like it was a lifetime ago. I had no idea that I would be happy again, or that I would feel full of possibility and life would once again hold promise.
So I find myself, in May of 2009 terrified to graduate college, but knowing that it is just another terrifying thing that will change my life for the better. I will be 27 in 13 days and I feel like my life is just beginning, like I've finally figured out who I am.
So farewell to the past, it's served me well. Great things are on the horizon.
Saturday, April 25, 2009
What Life Is...
So in the midst of writing an essay about what life is according to Arnold Bennett in The "The Old Wives' Tale" I thought about what I think life is according to me.
I was at Starbucks tonight, organizing my essay and as I was leaving I took stock of what my life looks like at the moment. I have a steady job, good pay, a fantastic roommate, a nice apartment, a great car, a family who is more amazing than I could special order from a catalog, wonderful friends, and am really close to a college degree. I don't know how much better I could have it. Sure, there are things that I want that I don't have... sure, there is a crapload of debt coming along with my impending degree... sure, I don't have any great love story to add to my list... but that's okay. I'm twenty-six years old and I have a damn good life going for me. So I thought I'd put that in writing so I can remind myself of it when I'm having a bad day or two down the road.
I should start out by saying that one of the main characters, Sophia, really struck me when I was reading this novel. She fell head over heels in love with a man she barely knew, ran off to Paris with him and got married, quickly discovering that things weren't as they seemed. Instead of returning home when things didn't work out, she stayed in Paris on her own and made a life for herself out of business and no pleasure. Reading this book was life-changing for me specifically in the end of her relationship with her husband, Gerald Scales.
"Her eyes were the eyes of one who has lost her illusions too violently and too completely. Her gaze, coldly comprehending, implied familiarity with the abjectness of human nature. Gerald had begun and finished her education. He had not ruined her, as a bad professor may ruin a fine voice, because her moral force immeasurably exceeded his; he had unwittingly produced a masterpiece, but it was a tragic masterpiece"
and a little later on the same page:
"She had accepted Gerald as one accepts a climate. She saw again and again that he was irreclaimably a fool and a prodigy of irresponsibleness. She tolerated him, now with sweetness, now bitterly; accepting always his caprices, and not permitting herself to have wishes of her own. She was ready to pay the price of pride and of a moment's imbecility with a lifetime of self-repression. It was high, but it was the price" 361 - Arnold Bennet - The Old Wives' Tale
Reading this was a wake-up call of a familiar situation. And I realized afterwards that I don't want to be a Sophia Baines, consistently punishing myself for one moment of weakness or one mistake I have made. She lived out the rest of her life cold and calculating, focusing on nothing emotional and wrapping herself up in monotony and work. That's just not me.
Anyway, there's a lot more I could say on this subject, but I'm heading to sleep now. I'm still not finished with the essay on this book and it's breaking my brain into tiny little pieces because I'm only allowed two double spaced pages to write everything that I want (WITH QUOTES AND SOURCES!) and I'm struggling to pare it all down.
So, I may revisit this topic again... but for now, that is all.
I was at Starbucks tonight, organizing my essay and as I was leaving I took stock of what my life looks like at the moment. I have a steady job, good pay, a fantastic roommate, a nice apartment, a great car, a family who is more amazing than I could special order from a catalog, wonderful friends, and am really close to a college degree. I don't know how much better I could have it. Sure, there are things that I want that I don't have... sure, there is a crapload of debt coming along with my impending degree... sure, I don't have any great love story to add to my list... but that's okay. I'm twenty-six years old and I have a damn good life going for me. So I thought I'd put that in writing so I can remind myself of it when I'm having a bad day or two down the road.
I should start out by saying that one of the main characters, Sophia, really struck me when I was reading this novel. She fell head over heels in love with a man she barely knew, ran off to Paris with him and got married, quickly discovering that things weren't as they seemed. Instead of returning home when things didn't work out, she stayed in Paris on her own and made a life for herself out of business and no pleasure. Reading this book was life-changing for me specifically in the end of her relationship with her husband, Gerald Scales.
"Her eyes were the eyes of one who has lost her illusions too violently and too completely. Her gaze, coldly comprehending, implied familiarity with the abjectness of human nature. Gerald had begun and finished her education. He had not ruined her, as a bad professor may ruin a fine voice, because her moral force immeasurably exceeded his; he had unwittingly produced a masterpiece, but it was a tragic masterpiece"
and a little later on the same page:
"She had accepted Gerald as one accepts a climate. She saw again and again that he was irreclaimably a fool and a prodigy of irresponsibleness. She tolerated him, now with sweetness, now bitterly; accepting always his caprices, and not permitting herself to have wishes of her own. She was ready to pay the price of pride and of a moment's imbecility with a lifetime of self-repression. It was high, but it was the price" 361 - Arnold Bennet - The Old Wives' Tale
Reading this was a wake-up call of a familiar situation. And I realized afterwards that I don't want to be a Sophia Baines, consistently punishing myself for one moment of weakness or one mistake I have made. She lived out the rest of her life cold and calculating, focusing on nothing emotional and wrapping herself up in monotony and work. That's just not me.
Anyway, there's a lot more I could say on this subject, but I'm heading to sleep now. I'm still not finished with the essay on this book and it's breaking my brain into tiny little pieces because I'm only allowed two double spaced pages to write everything that I want (WITH QUOTES AND SOURCES!) and I'm struggling to pare it all down.
So, I may revisit this topic again... but for now, that is all.
Sunday, April 5, 2009
I'm not impatient, just conflicted...
January 24, 2009
*copied from another journal before deleting it.
So here's the thing...
In the past few months I've had conversations with a few people that I am very close to who have told me that it is imperative that I end up marrying someone who loves me more than I love them. This idea really bothers me. Sure, security is a nice thing to have, adoration has it's place in any relationship, but I don't want to live my life drifting in and out of consciousness beside someone who worships the ground that I walk on.
I want to feel like I'm on fire for someone again. I want to be excited to see someone every time we get to spend time together. I want someone who appreciates the weird quirky things about me, not someone who looks at me like I've lost my mind when I make up songs about doing the dishes and sing while splashing around in the soapy water. I want someone who thinks it's fantastic that I get really excited about little stupid things. I want someone that will discuss literature with me one second and be able to follow my randomness when I start talking about the art of cake decorating the next. Maybe I'm asking for too much. Maybe I'm supposed to settle for someone that I can be myself around 80% of the time... but I don't think so.
I don't want someone who matches my every opinion or that agrees with me on every topic.. I enjoy a nice heated debate, but I don't think that I could ever be with someone who thinks that their way is the only right way. I want someone who is kind and compassionate but feisty and playful. I want someone who has an open mind and an open heart.
I have gone through some difficult times in my short life and I think that I have come out better in the end. I've adapted, I've grown, I've kept my core values and beliefs the same and I've tried to always find the silver lining in every big black cloud. I want someone who doesn't play the victim in their life. Someone who doesn't think that things happen TO them and someone who can take the good out of a bad situation and make it their own.
I'm an emotional person and I make decisions with my heart. I don't think that this is a bad thing, but some people do. I don't see many things in black and white anymore.. there is a lot of grey in the world. People may not deserve second chances but I'm known to give them anyway. I never want to wake up and wonder if I've done everything that I can when it comes to important situations or relationships. I don't live life with regrets and I don't expect anyone to feel sorry for me for anything that has happened in my life. I've made many mistakes, but they were my mistakes to make and I don't want to hear how someone would've done things differently... or more importantly, how I should have done things differently.
I don't know if my mom told me one too many times when I was little that I was wonderful and special, but I kinda think that I am. If there is something I want, I go after it and I get it. I work hard and am proud of my accomplishments. I would do anything for my friends and family and I think that their love and respect is the best thing in the entire world.
This whole thing turned into a rant and that wasn't my intention at all. I don't know if I believe in 'the one' anymore, but I'm a very idealistic person. I'm loyal to a fault, trusting until someone proves to me that they aren't worthy of my trust, and I'm very giving. I don't think that I should have to settle for someone who thinks they can live with me instead of someone who doesn't want to live without me... and vice versa.
I don't know if that exists, but I don't see myself ever marrying someone who loves me more than I love them. It doesn't seem fair to either party involved.
*copied from another journal before deleting it.
So here's the thing...
In the past few months I've had conversations with a few people that I am very close to who have told me that it is imperative that I end up marrying someone who loves me more than I love them. This idea really bothers me. Sure, security is a nice thing to have, adoration has it's place in any relationship, but I don't want to live my life drifting in and out of consciousness beside someone who worships the ground that I walk on.
I want to feel like I'm on fire for someone again. I want to be excited to see someone every time we get to spend time together. I want someone who appreciates the weird quirky things about me, not someone who looks at me like I've lost my mind when I make up songs about doing the dishes and sing while splashing around in the soapy water. I want someone who thinks it's fantastic that I get really excited about little stupid things. I want someone that will discuss literature with me one second and be able to follow my randomness when I start talking about the art of cake decorating the next. Maybe I'm asking for too much. Maybe I'm supposed to settle for someone that I can be myself around 80% of the time... but I don't think so.
I don't want someone who matches my every opinion or that agrees with me on every topic.. I enjoy a nice heated debate, but I don't think that I could ever be with someone who thinks that their way is the only right way. I want someone who is kind and compassionate but feisty and playful. I want someone who has an open mind and an open heart.
I have gone through some difficult times in my short life and I think that I have come out better in the end. I've adapted, I've grown, I've kept my core values and beliefs the same and I've tried to always find the silver lining in every big black cloud. I want someone who doesn't play the victim in their life. Someone who doesn't think that things happen TO them and someone who can take the good out of a bad situation and make it their own.
I'm an emotional person and I make decisions with my heart. I don't think that this is a bad thing, but some people do. I don't see many things in black and white anymore.. there is a lot of grey in the world. People may not deserve second chances but I'm known to give them anyway. I never want to wake up and wonder if I've done everything that I can when it comes to important situations or relationships. I don't live life with regrets and I don't expect anyone to feel sorry for me for anything that has happened in my life. I've made many mistakes, but they were my mistakes to make and I don't want to hear how someone would've done things differently... or more importantly, how I should have done things differently.
I don't know if my mom told me one too many times when I was little that I was wonderful and special, but I kinda think that I am. If there is something I want, I go after it and I get it. I work hard and am proud of my accomplishments. I would do anything for my friends and family and I think that their love and respect is the best thing in the entire world.
This whole thing turned into a rant and that wasn't my intention at all. I don't know if I believe in 'the one' anymore, but I'm a very idealistic person. I'm loyal to a fault, trusting until someone proves to me that they aren't worthy of my trust, and I'm very giving. I don't think that I should have to settle for someone who thinks they can live with me instead of someone who doesn't want to live without me... and vice versa.
I don't know if that exists, but I don't see myself ever marrying someone who loves me more than I love them. It doesn't seem fair to either party involved.
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