I'm really slacking on this blog-writing thing, aren't I? First, let me say that this one has been with me for all of five minutes, but I really had to get it out. Even with almost slicing off my thumb earlier today (stitches, I'm fine. Well, at least will be when Walgreens gets my damn 'scrip in.).
Grudges and crushes. We've all had them. The guy who so epicly broke your heart that you wished only suffering on him forever (I'm not Dolly Parton and I DON'T wish you love. I'm Davey Havok, and I hope you suffer.) to that super cute dude who sits across from you at work.
Am I getting a little to specific here? Feel free to fill in whatever you need to. Not everyone has a #BroOfMyDreams so close and yet so, so far away. I'm not your "type", I get it. Never stop looking pretty.
Anyway, the point of this who post is letting things go. Thanks, Buzzfeed!
But not just grudges and crushes. Disappointment, anger, terrible relationships, and basically all the other negative stuff that you make up in your mind when you're staring at your ceiling just before you fall asleep. The adult version of the boogeyman in the closet. I guess as we grow up those boogeymen die, and thus skeletons.
But since I'm already on a tangent about crushes, I'm going to spread that bitch thin. Again, fill in whatever you need to. Please, Mad Libs my post. I don't mind.
Sixteen Candles said it best. "That's why they call them crushes. If they were easy, they'd call 'em something else." It might be these kind of things that help you build character. Aren't broken hearts (from real or imaginary suitors) supposed to do that? Give you thicker skin and a harder heart? Still waiting for both of those. Maybe I'll always be a heart-on-my-sleeve kind of girl. If that doesn't make me your fucking "type", then move along. But still, look pretty.
I think I'm just going in circles. The ebb and flow of hope. I want to let go, but these things are like a screaming child holding on to the door jamb when he doesn't want to go home quite yet. I want to let go, something makes me want to stay in the cozy womb of the crush. My mind says "fool, forget that shit", my heart says "don't let go-oh-oh-oh".
So, if they do no one any good (trust me, they do not do anyone any good. Did you not read the title??), why do we have them? Humans are weird.
If you read my blog on the reg (and you should, I'm awesome), then you know that this was built for me to grow as a person and as a writer. I don't have the answers to much. So, if you know the foolproof way of getting rid of these pesky grudges and crushes, that'd be good.
Or maybe they're too fun to lose. Like being on top of that first rollercoaster hill. Staring down to the bottom, just knowing you're going to plummet. Meh. I'd rather never thrill-seek again than not be your motherfucking "type".
