Sunday, August 30, 2009

Dear Sticky Glue

I knew from almost the moment I met you, you were going to be a problem. I knew it was no good getting anywhere near you, so I stayed away. But just because you stay away, it doesn't mean you can't get stuck. And stuck I got. I wish I could just settle with tape or something and get over you, but for some reason I just like glue. I like everything about glue, which is probably why I always end up in this sticky situations. But glue has a tendency to make my head spin when I get it in large doses. I keep thinking that you'll do something horrible enough to finally convince me to let go...maybe go attach yourself to some obnoxious sequins since that seems to suit your fancy. But I still find myself going back anyway. You compliment every interest in my life, and yet infuriate me with it at the same time. You're a schmooze...glue schmoozes with everything. You'd think it could just settle with paper since they work so well together, but glue never seems happy enough with just paper. It has to go and attempt to adhere to every material possible. Well I'm tired of being the paper.

Thursday, August 13, 2009

Dear Comfy Shoes,

So it took me awhile to realize how much I really liked you. I always liked you, but it didn't hit me how much until it was practically too late. I got distracted with someone else, but clearly you were better. Sometimes I thought I caught your attention, but I pushed it out of my head because I knew there were other complications. Then it got more complicated and I realized there wasn't a chance. But I am a girl, and we always dwell on the impossible and analyze all those stupid things you never thought any one would pay attention to. I'm trying to stifle any thought of you these days, just because it gets unbearable sometimes. But now I'm stuck wondering what could have happened and wishing I was brave enough. You're like that pair of shoes that goes with everything. It fits just right. One of a kind. But maybe it's too late. Maybe I left the shoes in the back of my closet too long. Or maybe you never fit and all. Maybe I just wanted you to.

Wednesday, August 12, 2009

A Little Experiment...

So I'm trying this new thing where I don't talk negatively about people, and let's be honest, it's no easy task. But I'm learning slowly. However, I've been inspired to write letters to people that I would like to say things to but either can't, or won't. And not all bad things, just things. Call me crazy, but I think it has potentially healthy and educational benefits. So basically it's going to be for me, but if someone else learns something along the way, it'll just be an added bonus. Try not to judge me. And I'll probably be using inanimate objects. This should be interesting...