WHAT I DID ON MY SUMMER VACATION
by fentopal
I've returned from Colorado a little disheartened by the superior ferocity of the colors, clouds and sky. Five days and nights filled with hiking, snow, dancing, and snorkeling through booze, oxygen and drinks filled with abstract ideas like "inner peace" came to a whimpering close and I felt as though I'd just come off an emotional tilt-a-whirl. I love where I am right now -- New York City is the greatest city on the known universe, but the awesome beauty of Colorado mustered too many "fucking incredible"s from me for it not to present a dilemma. This, coupled with the slow, somewhat enigmatic, frightening yet comfortable, challenging yet straightforward, quasi-burgeoning romance between myself and a good friend of fourteen years, has led me to serious thought on making a move. Although I felt more confused than enlightened by what we had to say to each other, I've also never felt more confident that I was right about her being the embodiment of everything I want -- more so than what I originally imagined. We're in two different places physically and emotionally, and I hope that I can one day help her haul some of that baggage to the incinerator.
All I can do is wait and get some tattoos.
by fentopal
I've returned from Colorado a little disheartened by the superior ferocity of the colors, clouds and sky. Five days and nights filled with hiking, snow, dancing, and snorkeling through booze, oxygen and drinks filled with abstract ideas like "inner peace" came to a whimpering close and I felt as though I'd just come off an emotional tilt-a-whirl. I love where I am right now -- New York City is the greatest city on the known universe, but the awesome beauty of Colorado mustered too many "fucking incredible"s from me for it not to present a dilemma. This, coupled with the slow, somewhat enigmatic, frightening yet comfortable, challenging yet straightforward, quasi-burgeoning romance between myself and a good friend of fourteen years, has led me to serious thought on making a move. Although I felt more confused than enlightened by what we had to say to each other, I've also never felt more confident that I was right about her being the embodiment of everything I want -- more so than what I originally imagined. We're in two different places physically and emotionally, and I hope that I can one day help her haul some of that baggage to the incinerator.
All I can do is wait and get some tattoos.
Personally, I think confusion and enlightenment are not too distant from each other.