There's something to be said for not needing to be rescued.
Locked up in a tower of your own device, sitting there staring at the key, willing it to disappear, because that's just how it should be. Then you realize how silly you're being. The tower has quite sturdy stairs, and the key's sitting right there in front of you. And while it's very romantic to sit there wiating for the white knight, who has that kind of time anymore? Really. The tower wasn't that bad anyways. All you had to do was say, this isn't my prison.
There's something to be said for not needing to be rescued, even for not having to rescue yourself.
Lately I've had this tendency to get all sentimental and mushy. Anyone who's reading this who knows who I am probably also knows why. To all of you, let me say with utmost sincerity, I'm sorry if you wanted to smack me upside the head at any point within the last month. Everyone needs to be silly and frivolous sometimes. It's therapeutic. Not to worry, I should be back to my usual bitter, cynical self in no time.
So, not too much has been happening. I've been neglecting sleep and my studies in the interests of... well, being giddy and silly and totally out of character. But it's been fun... and caffeinated.
If you're puzzled as to the title, well, don't worry, the rant will come. Long story short, the two things I have been planning/aspiring to for the better part of four years are in direct conflict with one another... so pretty much I have to pick one. I'm not a happy camper.
So I suppose that's everything for today.
Never settle down until you've had a chance to unsettle.
Keep dreaming.
Daydream Believer
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