I want to wake up next with her next to me and smile as she lay there curled in my arm. I want to watch the sun set with her at my side. I want to see her smile when I make an ass of myself. I want her here, with me, always.
Well, This Could Go Bad
I just told off my coach via e-mail… this is the guy who is revered as a god by the rest of my team, but to me, he’s just a tyrant. Let’s see how this pans out.
God Damn You People
I haven’t been on here in for fucks ever and today I finally came back, and let me tell you, y’all are depressing as fuck. Seriously, I mean I know we all have problems and use this website to sort things out, I’m even guilty as that, but we need to lighten it up in here, it’s ridiculous. Throw color around on a wall and post it, make beautiful music, write of love, be hilarious. Just quit being down in the god damn dumps. I know it’s hard, but there are two things you can do when you’re their: mope around and be lame, or do something about it. I recommend the latter of the two.
beautifulboysandbrilliantbabes asked: Omg. Just shut up about Cat.
Thank you, I’m sick of these questions.
Anonymous asked: Ya know she has changed a lot over the year, maybe you should get to know the new her
The last time I did that, this happened to me. Do you know the story? We dated the summer of 2010 and were madly in love, then one day, because I couldn’t go to the lake, she cheated on me with her ex. So I ended it obviously. Time passed and then in about May of 2011, I started talking to her again. She had changed for the better and was once again amazing so I fell for her, we slept together in June then I was off to Europe. While overseas, I wrote poems, love notes, and songs to her and bought her this beautiful necklace and gave them to her at Blue Lake. We started dating soon after that and were having a great time. Then we got caught having sex and then got on the pill and became a monster, and I do not blame her for that, new medicines do that. Then she was better and so were we, then homecoming came around and that puts us to now. I fear history shall repeat itself, and I refuse to let that happen.
Anonymous asked: Actually, scratch the apology. You deserved every word of my little ad hominem. The things you said about Cat were low and little and cowardly and venomous, and should never be said about anyone. "I hope you burn in hell," for instance? Pathetic. I hope you're ashamed of yourself.
I don’t need to hide behind the internet. And I remember her fantastic side, but my judgement is too clouded by the person who hurt me. Yes, I know I have problems. But those “behind the internet’s mask” words are pretty big coming from someone doing the same, eh? You ridicule me for answering questions on the internet where my name is used, yet you reply to me hidden behind the mask of an anon. Think about that. I do agree, I was and still am a bit harsh of her. But with good reason. So either fuck off, or just accept the fact that I am not a fan of her. Or, turn and face me like a human being with a name. I have never hidden the fact that I am Weston Fox MacRitchie of Pinckney, Michigan. I never hid the fact that I loved Cathlyn Amanda Bonner for a very long period of time. I never hid the fact that I don’t give a flying fuck what you have to say about me. Oh, and about staying with her through the tough times, I did, she didn’t stay with me through mine.
A Wise Man
A wise man once told me that love is the souls recognition of its counterpoint in another.
I looked at him and thought about what he said and I did’t completely agree with him. I said, “That is not what love is, good sir. Love is the ever changing feeling of want. When you look at someone and can barely muster the strength to talk to them. When she looks at you and your heart races. All you want is to be around her at every moment. You can’t stand to be away from her. You long to hold her and never let go. That, sir, is what love is.
He just sighed and began to walk away saying, “Yet another one who doesn’t understand, what a pity.”
I stopped him and asked him to explain.
He turned to me and stared me straight in the eyes. He began to speak. “Do you believe that we as humans have souls?”
“Well, yeah, I guess. I’m not religious but I do believe that we have souls. Why?”
“That is the first step to understanding. You see, the soul wants doesn’t want a complete opposite, then it will constantly be at odds with another. But it also does not want a copy, then things will come too easy. The soul needs a counterpoint, a little bit of difference and a little bit of the same. It’s very rare to find the perfect counterpoint but there may be a few in your lifetime. All it takes is a little effort. Once the counterpoint is found, the soul is internally conflicted. It cannot decide whether to be accept or dispel this counterpoint. These conflictions cause the heart to pound, the breath to shorten, the want to never let go. Uncontrollable nervousness.”
“So what you’re saying, good sir, is that the soul causes these wondrous feelings and we just call it love?”
“Yes.”
“You, sir, have made me understand the roots of all love. And I thank you for that.”
Wise Words
Love is handing someone a gun and letting them point it at your head, believing they won’t pull the trigger. Wisdom is not putting ammunition in the gun to begin with.
Anonymous asked: well, had she wanted to dance before that?
She wanted to dance with her cousin, so she was off doing that, I needed a break. So I took one song off before they put the water out and then one more song to drink the water and talk with my buds and then she came in and ruined the night.
Release
A day without release or exertion is day when the mind allows the impossible to enter. Without the fatigue of life, the mind opens its doors to the world and allows all light, even the faintest, to enter. The mind becomes an abyss starving for what this world lacks, ingenuity, thought process, and imagination. As this hole in mentality begins to widen, all it takes is the slightest spark of the fantastic to ignite the wildest of thoughts. To learn is to expand on knowledge, not study what you’ve seen. You need to allow your mind to absorb all available strokes of genius in which it is surrounded by. Only then can you become immortal. Bodies die, ideas are near impossible to kill. Allow the mind to flourish, expand, and enrich itself. These are the ways in which we grow, not through destruction, but through thought and the process of contemplation.
Anonymous asked: well if she wanted to dance with you, why didnt you just gulp down the water or just toss it? dancing with your girl is supposed to be important...
I drank the water as fast as I could have. I gulped it down, but apparently waiting three seconds is to much and she decided to throw my tie at me and storm off, and by that point, yes, the water was gone.
