Take a stand.

Well, it's Valentine's Day, so I wish all of thee who have a valentine a lovely and mush-filled day. For me, I've had an odd craving for pointless pop-rock songs, probably due to my lack of valentine. I find myself in a rather unusual position relative to that. I've heard two stories recently about how two different couples (sorry, but the names are unimportant) found someone they "really loved" and somehow couldn't go out but through their insane love or whatever they waited for each other until the time was right or they were ready or whatever. So far, I'm trying to take that a step further. See, those two couples met before they decided to wait for each other. I don't know if she's waiting for me, but I'm waiting to find that one girl that is the one for me. I figure God will tell me when I find her, so there really isn't a point in me going out. I mean, I'm not saying that I can just do whatever and God's going to have her come up behind me and start beating me with a stick until I notice her or something. I'm keeping my eyes open. I just don't need to go after every pretty girl I see. Dude, I don't even know any non-pretty girls; beauty really does come through from the inside and all the girls that I know rock. I mean, looks do a bit for a first impression, I suppose, but after that they don't really matter anymore.

This entire monologous discussion of mine has just given me an odd idea. In our heavenly bodies, we look different, but our friends still recognize us supposedly, right? Maybe, just maybe, our heavenly bodies are a perfect visual projection of our inner beings. That's a really cool thought.


By the way, "fake" relationships are great for training. I have to say that being a "fake boyfriend" really helped me hone my gentleman and PMS-avoidance skills.

The world becomes a more beautiful, a more joyous, and a more interesting place when one has an open mind.
-Me