I am both ridiculously in bliss and a tad concerned.
Lately I've been kinda recluse. Reading, sketching, doing some writing. Basicaly art stuff. For those of you who don't know the vreative things I do are kinda private. I don't share much of it. The reason is I do it to meditate. My mind kinda wanders while I'm doing it and I'm usually not paying attention to what I'm making. With that said a lot of my personal philosophies and discoveries have arisen while I draw and stuff. So I can look at my sketchbook and actually see my feelings in my sketches. I don't want other people looking and judging them.
Ok history lesson over back to the story.
So I guess I've been looking for answers. I have no idea what I'm questioning. Or why I feel I need answers. I learned a long time ago to just let my compulsions guid me blindly. It's like following Lassie. You have no idea what she wants but u know it's important so you follow.
So yesterday I put down my sketchbook shaved, bathed and went out. And I did a lil conman work and got some info on some nightlife. Apparently theres a weekly dance class that goes to a place that I will keep to myself and goes to town. Big weekly event. It's like a study group for dancers. They all dress up and have fun teaching each other moves over some drinks. So I conned my way in and had a great night. Made some friends and stuff.
One friend was the antisithis of an old ex I was drop dead crazy about. Looked just like her but opposite. The hair was black instead of blonde. Blue eyes. Tan instead of pale. Lil freckles. And where she was an introvertive bad girl. With sly quiet comments and an adorably mature mocking sense to her. This girl was loud an wild. Serious fire in her.
Comparison is a Black Stalion to a White. Opposite sides of the same game.
Had fun with her. Opted last minute to not go to her place. I can't say why but my instincts told me to pull off. I always listen. I'm about to leave to hang with her this afternoon.
This isn't love and it isn't gonna be serious but it'll be dam fun.
Ever meet a person and no matter what other opinion you have of them you just KNOW they are gonna be insane in bed?
Lately I've been kinda recluse. Reading, sketching, doing some writing. Basicaly art stuff. For those of you who don't know the vreative things I do are kinda private. I don't share much of it. The reason is I do it to meditate. My mind kinda wanders while I'm doing it and I'm usually not paying attention to what I'm making. With that said a lot of my personal philosophies and discoveries have arisen while I draw and stuff. So I can look at my sketchbook and actually see my feelings in my sketches. I don't want other people looking and judging them.
Ok history lesson over back to the story.
So I guess I've been looking for answers. I have no idea what I'm questioning. Or why I feel I need answers. I learned a long time ago to just let my compulsions guid me blindly. It's like following Lassie. You have no idea what she wants but u know it's important so you follow.
So yesterday I put down my sketchbook shaved, bathed and went out. And I did a lil conman work and got some info on some nightlife. Apparently theres a weekly dance class that goes to a place that I will keep to myself and goes to town. Big weekly event. It's like a study group for dancers. They all dress up and have fun teaching each other moves over some drinks. So I conned my way in and had a great night. Made some friends and stuff.
One friend was the antisithis of an old ex I was drop dead crazy about. Looked just like her but opposite. The hair was black instead of blonde. Blue eyes. Tan instead of pale. Lil freckles. And where she was an introvertive bad girl. With sly quiet comments and an adorably mature mocking sense to her. This girl was loud an wild. Serious fire in her.
Comparison is a Black Stalion to a White. Opposite sides of the same game.
Had fun with her. Opted last minute to not go to her place. I can't say why but my instincts told me to pull off. I always listen. I'm about to leave to hang with her this afternoon.
This isn't love and it isn't gonna be serious but it'll be dam fun.
Ever meet a person and no matter what other opinion you have of them you just KNOW they are gonna be insane in bed?
I'm jealous of getting into that dance thing. It sounds awesome.
See I think the details make all the difference. Just because not too much can go wrong for you doesn't mean you can't change your routine and have fun, yes?