Hahvoc The Decepticon
Singularity
- Joined
- Mar 4, 2009
RE: Chaos Theory: Causing Hahvoc.
Six more days.
I keep a count down going in my head until I get to hold those hands and speak with that person. It's almost unreal that in mere days, I can see that special person. My palms get clammy and my stomach does flips while my heart beats faster at the thought. I don't know if it is nervousness or excitement that ratchets up notch by notch within me. Probably both.
I'm a hopeless romantic while being a realist. It's an odd combination but then again, I'm an odd combination of things. I'm always "both" never just one or the other. Sadomasochist. Bisexual. Introverted extrovert [mini explanation is being able to be extremely open about some things but almost impossible to be open about other things]. A Switch. Short fused but laid back.
I think about a lot of things repeatedly as if I can take them apart if I can think about them enough but I usually dwell on past things more than future things, though occasionally the future sweeps it's way in and devours my thought processes. The past is harder because it stays the same. It never changes. Possibilities are endless along with "what ifs." Difference is that "what ifs" are lost possibilities. Things that can never be.
So sometimes I wonder what might have happened if R hadn't died. If my cousin hadn't died. If my grandfather had passed away instead of still being alive right now. Maybe it's extremely morbid to think of all those what ifs but I do.
And then I remember that I am here in the present and let those thoughts fade for the time being. They come back and haunt me, but it's the way my mind works. I think too much and yet I feel maybe I don't think enough. Maybe what matters most slips free of my mind because of all the clutter. I'm not sure. But then again, maybe I'll never know.
Sometimes my mind just needs to shut the fuck up and let me feel something.
Six more days.
I keep a count down going in my head until I get to hold those hands and speak with that person. It's almost unreal that in mere days, I can see that special person. My palms get clammy and my stomach does flips while my heart beats faster at the thought. I don't know if it is nervousness or excitement that ratchets up notch by notch within me. Probably both.
I'm a hopeless romantic while being a realist. It's an odd combination but then again, I'm an odd combination of things. I'm always "both" never just one or the other. Sadomasochist. Bisexual. Introverted extrovert [mini explanation is being able to be extremely open about some things but almost impossible to be open about other things]. A Switch. Short fused but laid back.
I think about a lot of things repeatedly as if I can take them apart if I can think about them enough but I usually dwell on past things more than future things, though occasionally the future sweeps it's way in and devours my thought processes. The past is harder because it stays the same. It never changes. Possibilities are endless along with "what ifs." Difference is that "what ifs" are lost possibilities. Things that can never be.
So sometimes I wonder what might have happened if R hadn't died. If my cousin hadn't died. If my grandfather had passed away instead of still being alive right now. Maybe it's extremely morbid to think of all those what ifs but I do.
And then I remember that I am here in the present and let those thoughts fade for the time being. They come back and haunt me, but it's the way my mind works. I think too much and yet I feel maybe I don't think enough. Maybe what matters most slips free of my mind because of all the clutter. I'm not sure. But then again, maybe I'll never know.
Sometimes my mind just needs to shut the fuck up and let me feel something.