| I would rather chop my hand off. |
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| As I find myself getting more and more drunk, I find myself more and more in love with this woman. This was, in part, a test to myself. I think I passed with flying colors. Good job. |
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| I've completely lost my mind. Completely. I want to marry this woman. |
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| I'm talking about dashing my dreams to support a family. I'm saying "woman" instead of "girl". I'm thinking about debt, housing, food, and travel expenses. The years have passed me by far too quickly. You think about adulthood when you leave high school for college. You think it's something roughly like college, even, your sophomore year - these thoughts flashing through the dorms. It isn't. At all. Real life - adulthood - is terrifying and beautiful. Living a decent life - not even a great one - is an amazing feat. Keeping to respected virtues is an amazing feat. Being a man to the true and honest definition of the word is an amazing feat. Love one another. Do it without thought or regard. This must be our primary virtue: love. (It was Christ's! First to love the Lord, your God, and then to love your neighbor.) From true love, all else will follow... patience, humility, passion... &c. I have been in love with a woman for some time now. We're not together. I'm pretty certain she loves me. What will be is only what will be. My life will change accordingly. |
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| I'm going to rip this world in half. |
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