Can't stop to dream. Happiness depends upon ourselves.

Sunday, January 20, 2013

A door closes, and others open.

Some good things.

When I came home yesterday, a bit sulky and a lot pensive, and a lot unshure - I come in and Mareena's about to leave, but she's so happy. She sends me a greeting and a fare well, wishing and hoping I continue to have a good day. It's like - wow - there are still happy people out there. -hah haha

So just like "that", it is the end of a chapter. Or at least the start of an end. I'll start where I left off. After my blog yesterday, I went to school - on the way, walking, I returned a phone call to my mother. At the end of the business, I asked her, "Mom, can I ask you some stuff about love?" "Okay Kim. Give me a second to go upstairs to use that phone. I'll call you back in two minutes."

I asked her about polygamy. Sleeping with multiple partners... and she had said the expected stuff. It's not clean, it's not good for one's personality. How could someone trust someone to be faithful to them if they were to ever marry. Her main points was that, it hurts, it leads you more susceptible to contracting STI's, and one's character is defined by their choices... so why would you want a character like that in your life? True. It was long winded a bit, but extremely helpful. She asked why I was asking, and I told her.

We hung up and I finally got to drawing. I got a portrait down, which was awesome. I checked back to my phone and saw that she had called again. So I returned this one as well. "Kim, did you get my message?" "No, I just called." "Okay. Well, I talked to your father and told him what we were saying. And he said, 'tell him to go away,' okay?" "Okay."

That is what is cement my friends. My mom gave me an intellectual response - which was helpful. But my Dad, just discarded the action/intention. They know how it is to like someone, but they also know how it is to put yourself second, and allow being treated with less than you deserve. No matter how much you like a person.

Without saying too much more, I'm feeling pretty confident about this. Just like - shoo fly. Don't bother me.

So I texted him this morning, stating maybe we should stop hanging out like we do. It would be less confusing for me, and you can do whatever, you know? And - yhup.

Taking your own advice is interesting. I say this stuff so easily to others, easier than breathing. Let's see if I know what I am talking about, you know.

Have a good one.