Sunday, March 21, 2010

poetic flow and bracket busters

ever have so many thoughts that you think, 'if i just sat down to write them all i'd be here forever?' i think that's why i haven't updated my blog in two months. that or i'm lazy. or easily distracted by dumb things like life and boys and saint patrick's day beads. (which is a collection i added mightily to this year, and i didn't have to flash one boob to do it, thank you very much -- it's not mardi gras, people, it's saint patrick's day.)

what i've realized this week is what everybody already knows -- the people you don't want in your life are the ones who call, text, appear at random hours when you don't want them to. the people you do want around are the ones who don't respond when you are the one calling, texting, or appearing (actually, i've never appeared at random hours, but i couldn't just break that poetic flow).

except for your best friends and your family. they're around all the time. they know you better than anyone else, whether you wish they did or not. your best attributes, your faults. the job you probably should be doing, the boy you probably should be with, the cookie you probably shouldn't be eating, the road you probably should be taking. they're the people you probably should be listening to and hopefully, they're the people you are listening to. at least i did this weekend. maybe not on every topic discussed, but on many. on most. most of the time, we listen to everything but take in only what we care to hear -- it doesn't matter who is on the other end of the conversation. it's not that we talk just to hear ourselves talk. sometimes we just don't want to listen to our own advice. sometimes we hope someone we trust will give us advice that just sounds better but truth be told, if they're that good a friend, anything they're telling us is probably exactly what we knew all along. sucks ass, right?

but if you think i won't be staring and yelling at my phone, you've got another thing coming. just because i listen doesn't mean i learn any lessons. at least not today. after all, i am still just a 25-year-old girl. albeit one who probably kicked your ass because she did, in fact, have ohio university in the first round of her march madness pool.