Wasn't there once a wise person who stated "The definition of
insanity is doing the same thing over and over again, and
expecting to get different results?"(Or some insightful crap like that --you get the jist.) How true is this? Think about it -- have you ever caught yourself actually DOING this? I think I do this daily... example: My eyes were on fire this morning, so I went on a hunt and search mission for some eye drops. Checked my make-up bag. Nope. Checked the top drawer where the "reserve make-up" hangs out (don't judge me...I have
more than I could use in a lifetime alot of
pointless shit crap. Nope. Checked my "work" bag. (Basicallly it's full of protein bars, a thin sweater for when the Doc turns this place into the Artic Tundra, Saltine Crackers (duh), and some
walk of shame reserve makeup (Again don't you judge me
because every girl has been there!) Nope, not there either. So I proceeded to check all these places (in order) about three more times.
Insane, right? Ironically, the eyedrops were in the lotion drawer where they do NOT belong, but I digress...The point is, I continued to look the same places over and over thinking it would end up with different results. Did it? No. Not until
I changed my direction/prespective/underware/ithought process did it really change anything. I think we all have a little "insane" side, no? If you disagree with this, you just
bury your crazy deep down or everyone sees it but you're scary enough they don't mention it.
Then there are times when we don't realize, but we're continuing down the same path...over...and over...and over again.
What's taking it too far, though? Is it chasing after the same girl/guy, time and time again, expecting it to turn out differently? Let me preface this by saying,
these comments are GENERAL and
definitely not directed at anyone in particular. (At times, this even
sucks ass applies to me.)
I walked away from this for a minute. I had lunch away from my computer (gasp, right?) and took a gander through the Victoria's Secret catalog, while thinking this through a little deeper. Here's what I think::::
People can shock the hell out of you. Regardless, if you've known someone for just a short time or many years, sometimes you have this moment where you're like "I just realized I'm
drunk trying....really hard, in fact." Trying to what?
Trying. That's all. Trying to make something out of something else with someone. Whether it be trying to date someone, or a prolonged silence trying to forget about someone - we all have those moments that make us go..."Shit, I'm
really drunk trying so hard to _______ this person. Like? Love? Forget?
Stab? Understand?
Something makes us try...much harder than we have in a while and we think "Man, this
bitch is alot more effort than I honestly thought I would have to put in..." but mostly we think, "I hope I'm not trying
to sleep with them for NOTHING."
As I sat on the patio at Bravo last night,
sharing a bottle of wine and good conversation, something
was flat out said kind of occured to me. We all have these "types" of people we normally go for. Right? Personally, for me, I feel like it's dall, dark hair, and
goofy as hell lookin' handsome. Maybe not necessarily all these things in a cookie cutter, but more like most of the guys I"ve dated shared these characteristics. Which leads me to my next point
...if we all have a "type" shouldn't some of us start to realize
it's painfully obvious to everyone else this type isn't working for us? If my "type" was really good for me, wouldn't I be blissfully married by this point? Maybe, it's good for us all to
shut up and go with it change it up every now and then. Whether it be someone we've just met, or someone we've always known and never went for because they weren't
trying to jump on us from the beginning "our type," we should all realize
every possibility is what leads to a reality. So go ahead, try something new.
Break the cycle of InSaNiTy ~K
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