gahh that makes me happy singing along
For two minutes and fifty eight seconds I didn’t think about my gut wrenching, taunting me with a repeat of breakfast served a la half digested. Oh, but wait a second. I didn’t eat breakfast because I can’t stand the thought of food without my stomach performing somersaults. Its that can’t eat, can’t sleep, home run, world series kinda stuff.
There are few people in our lives that have the ability to get under our skin. One contributing factor is that we deem them worthy of such entry and thus allow them passage. Another factor, the one with all the enchantment, is that they have the unique print that unlocks the most sacred gates, the very gates we have be diligently fortifying since our first heart break. The idea that someone has a unique print that can unlock you and allow them to nestle in the most secret caverns, is kinda fucking unbelievable. Mostly, because they do it without you really knowing, sometimes they probably aren’t that aware of it.
Then one day after five months has passed and a certain tension arises between you and the ‘mystical unlocker’, and you double over at this most unusual pain in your gut when you think of the tension and think of a possible outcome of this tension and you say fuck you motherfucker. How on earth did you fucking do that you fucking alien sorcerer with all these fucking keys unlocking shit. Did I invite you in? Isn’t that a rule? Don’t I have to invite you in? What is this magic!
Now I will admit my imagination may at times get the better of me and convince me I am in a altered universe dressed in all black and fighting crime. However, I do consider myself a practical person, a realist, very aware of what is happening around me and in control of my faculties. So what is it about this happening that has gotten me doubled over, not eating, on the verge of shedding my third tear of all time? Am I reading too much Harry Potter, or am I really approaching the L word for the very first time. Shit!