I was trying to get Jessamyn to watch Grey's Anatomy for the longest time, because it's amazing (And I finally did and she loves it). While describing it, I called it an "emotional journey" with hand gestures to match (that were kind of hilarious in the moment).
Well my life is also an "emotional journey." Sure, it's not written as well, has less of an audience, doesn't involve drastic surgeries (not yet), or a brain surgeon named McDreamy... But it's still this intense ride that goes from one extreme to the next.
I'm trying to sort it all out. Bimpe is the most intelligent woman alive, and she's good at getting me to wake up and stop being an emo kid for at least a moment, if not longer.
And there's four other people right now who have me so confused. One in a disappointing way, one in a tragically great sort of way, one in an earth-shattering/life altering way, and the last in a very, very common way. I don't like to call people out. Most of them don't know what's going on in my head. But then again, I don't even know what's going on in my head.
I kind of wish that I wasn't as smart as I am, not that I'm impressively intelligent or anything, just I kind of wish I was some ditsy girl who never questioned anything. But then there are those moments... like one I had today... where the fact that you questioned something allowed the chance for something beautifully spectacular to happen. But then there are also those moments... like the one I had today... where the fact that you questioned something allowed the chance for you to realize that things are more damaged than they seemed.
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