8.17.2005

"It must be Tuesday"

So I guess I'm wondering about the meaning of love again.

Before I begin, a smattering of quotes:

"You’re words helped me see to love is to let go."
--Davey, always droppin' in just in time with more than two cents.

"And will watch you yield yourself to all of the kindness you never expected from another human being again to explore the price of being an individual to pay admission to becoming together."
--Lelyn, weekend warrior wordsmith and author of No Good Love Poems.

"Sip long on that sweet smell, honey, this is going to be one hell of a ride."
--Sam, my best friend and partner in crime.

"...and now I am the one seeking to replace what it seems as if I lost with some boy next to me who I knew then when all of them were there."
--Me. This one is me, and this is from the piece I flipped last night at Club Six, followed by heady applause (tee-hee).

I don't know quite what all of this means, but here's some highlights from the last couple of weeks.

--May have destroyed a couple of friendships with sex. Oops. I always say I'm not going to let that happen, and there it is again on the horizon. Further complicating the situation is that one lives two doors down from me, the other, four.

--Have told three people in the last week the following phrase: "I'm never going to love you."

--Have heard from two people in the last two weeks the following phrase: "I kind of have a girlfriend." I should also note that these two people are best friends.

--Realized that I've known my two best girlfriends in SF for a collective three months, and yet I didn't even get to talk to Sam on her birthday.

--Playing couple is becoming increasingly more appealing. Sam, you know what I mean, and for those of you who don't, read "For Davey".

--Being a part of a real couple is increasingly scary. I can, however, rationalize this with my age. I feel I'm allowed to do this.

Above all, I have virtually no drive to figure all of this out. I just want to drink, write, and flip a phat piece next Tuesday.

Oh, what a tangled web we weave.
--M

2 comments:

~PhoenixRising said...

I pulled my aposterpheeeee (just got off work, fuck spelling.) - Now update that quote, I can't sound like a nimwit!

~PhoenixRising said...

Find it. Eat it. Love it.