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That moment when a huge part of me wants to be a jerk and lash out at thoughtless people.
Though, I can't even be sure it's thoughtlessness so much as carefully chosen words, words picked out specifically to let me know I'm forgotten.
Why doesn't life have a big, fat ignore button?
Maybe it does and I've just got to figure out how to operate it.
Oh..and Pipp..just to clarify...The whole Bella name thing is because of a conversation I had with my old Bass player the other night. His daughter is named Bella. She is incredibly adorable & I was teasing him about how I hate that he's made me be all accepting of that name again..and that if I ever had a kid & it was a girl,I would consider naming her that in honor of his daughter being so awesome. The Marie part is my Mother's middle name. I can't imagine at the old age of 43 I'll ever have a child,but yanno..this is streams..a place to ramble. If I do ever have kid's we're taking a trip to yer' place to make blanket forts. Just a heads-up. LOL
Man, do I need to grow up..
I had a late night last night. Played wallyball with some friends and then sat around a fire-pit with them for a few hours afterwards. I had a great time, and it's times like that that make me wonder what the heck am I doing, moving away.
Then this morning at church during the worship songs my mom started crying a bit, and then I started crying and it felt like I couldn't stop. I eventually did, but even throughout my dad's sermon and throughout the day today I've had to blink back tears. I am hanging out with my friends again tonight, so here's hoping I have myself together by then.
I forgot how tired I get after crying.
I'm fine, though. I just don't like in-between stages, and the fact that I'm exhausted means I have less control over my emotions.
Thanks! I can't stop listening to it...it just speaks straight into my soul every time I listen to it. Every single time. It's like God is connecting to me through the song.
Most days, I am COMPLETELY fine with being single.
This week, two days after church camp, two of the girls in my youth group got into a relationship with someone... FROM church camp. Granted, when a guy even attempts to flirt with me I give them a dirty look or think in my head about throwing a stone at them. It's because I don't need a boyfriend. Then....things like what I just said happen...and I feel almost "left out." It doesn't help that the girls think I should date this one guy I know. Then my youth pastor has been teasing me about him, too. While he's pretty cool, I don't really know if I like him or not. I'm dead serious. I just don't. I'm not all for dating him, but I'm not opposed to dating him if he asked. If I were to even date at the moment, he'd have to be willing to work with a huge work in progress. I'm not gonna lie, I'm a HUGE mess. So I'm probably better off not even thinking about this. Yet, here I am, thinking about it...ugh.
Okay, I'm going to be honest and be really selfish here.
So, I'm moving. I don't know when, but I am. My friends know. When we hung out last night, they were talking about how much they were going to miss me, we need to hang out a lot, etc. etc.
Tonight I was supposed to hang out with friends. But we didn't realize that the time we were going to hang out was the same time there was a meeting at their church. So, one of my friends and I hung out and went out to eat while waiting for them to get done, because we were going to do something afterwards. Well, after they got done, a few of them changed their minds and went to a bonfire that they were invited to, and I guess the others went home.
Now, here comes the selfish part. "Aw, we're going to miss you! Seriously Rach, you will be so missed" (almost word for word) just is not meshing with the "I have a chance to hang out with a friend that is moving soon but instead I will go to someone's house who lives here all the time." One of them even thought that I was moving this weekend and still chose to go to the bonfire.
It makes it hard for me to believe that you truly care about the relationship when you do not initiate or pursue spending time with me before I move. Yes, it's selfish. Yes, I could initiate it myself. But I'm tired of being the initiator. I am selfish and want to be the one asked sometimes, to be the one pursued. And these are sweet, wonderful people, don't get me wrong. I have great friends. I'm just a little hurt. I guess I expected more when I shouldn't have. It makes me question my value to them.
And I am fighting this, I am fighting for there not to be bitterness in my heart over this, to push people away because of it, to distrust more because of it.
I just need to go to bed. Sleep it off.
*grunt* I wish I had tomorrow off (Canada Day). It's a $400 day, but I REALLY want just to sleep in and be lazy all day. After getting hit in the head twice within 1 month, I am ready for a few extra days off.
I've gotten totally sidetracked from the original project I had been planning to do, because I have this other canvas that I painted blue the other day, and I also have a ton of tissue paper...and glue...plus all the shiny stuff...
I have an idea. LOTS of ideas.
The mother of one of the 3-year-old girls I babysit told me this story tonight:
a few days ago, their whole family was hanging out in the living room just before bedtime. Everyone was in their pajamas, but the 3-year-old came into the room in a dress. She marched into the middle of the room, put her hands out in razzle-dazzle jazz hands style and said "look everyone! I'm Hallie! MISS Hallie! *twirls in dress*
I love that she associates dresses with meI've known her since she was born and she's never seen me in a pair of pants haha so I guess it makes sense. But still. Adorable.
More glitter is always the answer. Unless chocolate would be a better answer.The glitter and the glue got completely out of control. I don't know if I can salvage this.
I think maybe more glitter is the answer.
or a match.