Friday Five for a Saturday">Friday Five for a Saturday
I used to say everything I was thinking at the exact moment it occurred to me. I hugged everybody. And I never hid the fact that I was crushing — I truly believed that people would welcome the passion and even reciprocate. Now, I tend to assume that the emotions should stay firmly lodged in my heart and be purged at my earliest convenience. Although, I did get checked out today and felt really damn good ’cause I thought the guy was hot, but in my younger days, I would have hunted him down. These days, I appreciate a smile and a glance and can leave it at that.
Fall in love often. I don’t necessarily mean in the romantic sense — I mean that I notice the little things. I watch planes in the sky. I admire the Washington, D.C., monuments twice-daily during my commute. I stop to inhale the fragrance of pretty flowers. I laugh out loud, sing at the top of my lungs, dance with my cats. I dream all the time — that never lost its appeal.
And I still believe in Santa Claus. Theoretically, anyway. Not the whole reindeer-riding/gift-giving schtick, because I’ve had some pretty sucky holidays and tend to give myself a nice gift when I can. But, rather, that sometimes, idealism can triumph and magic can happen for those who believe in it. I’m still waiting. 😉
I’ve gotta go with Frostbrn on this one — once in a blue moon, I start to think that maybe I might want to have a munchkin of my own someday. Maybe. Like before the biological clock’s gentle ring turns into a three-alarm fire. This is assuming I find someone with whom I wouldn’t mind procreating. This is also assuming I stop hating all kids but my best friend’s.
18. I loved being 18. I am still pen pals with a lot of people from that year (1992). It was a difficult year, but one when everything changed for the better. I unloaded the idiots from high school and felt free to be myself and found that people LIKED the person I was hiding all those years.
34. I think it’s going to be my year. That’s three years from now — I aspire to be in a fantastic relationship and have lots of friends (preferably in the same city — it’s weird having a lot of friends that I’ve never actually *met*) and have money in the bank (I hope!). I hope to have traveled a bit and will have sown a few more wild oats. Of course, if I haven’t by then, I will be really depressed, but at least I could come back and know that I have the chance to make sure my life unfolds the way I hope it will.
On iTunes: Astaire, “L-L-Love”
June 5th, 2005 at 12:01 PM
I picked 14 because it was such a significant age for me. I fell in love (for real) the first time. It was the Summer of Love that year (1967). So many things just seemed to fall together for me. I wish I could go back knowing what I know now 🙂