i love it.
basically i love it all. knowing that’s quite a wide variety of loving. i’ll break it down into:
the me that doesn’t know how to let go after a situation
the obvious mistyping of words that seem to form sentences i could have never come up with sober.
the text messaging mercedes ‘cause i suddenly realize how much i appreciate her and wish she would stay instead of leaving because she ’s my girl’s girl, and all of a sudden i seem to understand and i wish we would be or could have been closer. Fortunately it’s never really too,late for that,and i hope she agrees.
the loving of hating the situation where i get a phone pushed in my hand because the owner of the phone and i agree on something but is too fucking ball-missing to make the call himself so i get shit even tho i dont really know what im doing cause im ripped.(it bothers me tho , hence the not being able to let go of a situation.)
the leaving the excelent company we were with too early (even tho,it’s probably good to leave at a highlight) to go to some self indulged award show that offers me nothing, in both career (never thought i’d be the one to write down that word) nor personally.
the arguing because of the arguing and making a point. the people knowing that and actually encouraging you to go debate with so and so cause that’s what you do.
the hungry feeling cause u were too fuckin lame (again) to make an effort to actually feed urself, while in the meanwhile with an ever so slight feeling of pride you state out loud that you only ate breakfast, knowing you’ve been there a million times before but this time you actually had a sandwich at 3 and so ur full of crap but you know that years ago while in artschool this was true, so you believe it too.
but most of all, and without all the sarcasm above, i love my my lovely lovely girlfriend, who does not necessarily agree with what i say, write or do, but will (even with a disapproving look in her posture) still secretly approve of what i do. just because its a part of me.