Michael brought me some flowers last Friday I believe it was, and they're still at it. Doing that think that flowers do. I came home from work today and smelled them the minute I walked in the door. And some of them have yet to open. They still look gorgeous. I've always thought flowers were quite an extravagance and the concept of them is kind of sad:
beautiful things in a vase, slowly withering and dying. But these ones have a joie de vivre and they're luminous and I find myself appreciating them and being pleased by their beauty.Way more zen than flipping off Hummers, if I do say so myself.
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Lilys are my favourite kind of flower. I always go up and sniff them in supermarkets but never buy them because it's sad to have to buy yourself flowers.
Sigh.
I just told my lover that I am tired of him always saying that our future is 'uncertain'. I think he says that because he's certain he doesn't want me in his future.
When somebody is in love, I believe that things should become more certain.
I am tired of always having to guess whether or not I will be welcome in his world eventually.
It is emotionally painful.
I suggested he play the field because playing the field is brings the greatest uncertainty.
I hate love.
Lilies.
And me an English teacher.
and minus the 'is'.
That is really tough. When you are in love the future should be certain and both people should be happy to view it together (unless you're like me and you've been decidedly shitty in the past, giving your lover ample reason not to be willing to go out on a limb for you for the umpteenth time).
I like the idea of being secure and happy and confident in a relationship (who doesn't?). And it is emotionally painful when that security is threatened.
I hope you're having an okay weekend, smelling flowers perhaps...
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