Tuesday, November 28, 2006

Epiphany


So, there is a song out there that really bugs me because it’s about an ex-girlfriend calling a guy who is in a relationship with somebody else. It seems these two exes are still deeply in love and he wishes his current girlfriend were the one who is calling him in the middle of the night. It annoys me because a) I wonder if my boyfriend is really over all his exes and b) why is this guy in the song in another (live-in) relationship if he’s still so gone over the girl on the phone? The part that really annoys me is that it has a very pretty melody and gets stuck in my head fairly easily.

Then, this morning, the song didn’t bother me as much. I tried to figure out why, and I came to the conclusion that it is actually about my boyfriend and me, not some woman in his past. If we ever break up for good (our break-ups don’t seem to take), I am going to be the one he can’t get over, whether he knows it now or not. That made me smile as I looked at him all snuggly in bed. Of course, that would also make him the guy I never fully get over, either. That’s not a comforting thought when we’re apart, but I can certainly live with the idea when we’re together.

Monday, November 20, 2006

Thanksgiving


After reading Reading Lolita in Tehran by Azar Nafisi, I was once again reminded of the things for which I am thankful...

~I am not only thankful for what I have, but for what I am allowed to have.
~I look at my library and know I can fill it with whatever books I want.
~I am thankful for the bounty of food available to me, and that I can afford it on a modest income.
~I can take the lover I choose and, with him, define the parameters of our relationship.
~I can love my God and still love those who don't believe in Him.
~I can buy art supplies and still pay rent.
~There is no black market for the things I desire.
~Nobody in bombing my city and my friend don't just 'vanish' from their homes.
~I am thankful for frivolous entertainment.
~I can laugh loudly and run like a madwoman without fear.