That question of the glass being half empty or half full . . .
I remember when I’d grown up a little, and thought I was being clever by asking, “What’s in the glass?” Then I got a little older and even more clever, and answered, “What’s th(more)e glass made of?”
Now, older still, I realize it’s not as important to be clever as it is to be right. So I check my birth certificate, look at the stacks of journals that have piled up, count the jobs I’ve had, the lovers, the friends and relatives who’ve passed on, and can come to only one conclusion:
The glass is half empty.
It’s a simple matter of science, of making peace with the facts of life. If anything, given the average lifespan, a half-empty glass would be nice. I figure I’m looking at one that’s already three-quarters down.
I suppose I could be clever again and say the important thing is how we use the glass. But some people have trouble with that too. They pray for everlasting life, dream of incarnation, take herbs and run marathons to inch themselves a few extra years toward immortality.
So I'll go my own way and embrace half-empty. It’ll remind me to love the glass as it is. (less)
It was the strangest sensation, it felt as if she was “letting” me kiss her. She allowed it yet very obviously got no pleasure from it and made it perfectly clear that she had no feelings either way about the kiss or me.
(more) “This is just not enough for me. I only wanted to meet you here to tell you that I’m taking a trip,” she informed me, “Leaving the country. I won’t have time to see you again before I go.”
“How long will you be gone?” I asked.
“I don’t know, the visa is open-ended. I only bought a one-way ticket.”
We looked out over the water from an empty pier jutting out into the bay. No one was around. The smell of saltwater so heavy in the summertime. Though this relationship was over before it started, I had already begun constructing it’s future. It would take me the rest of the summer to dismantle what I had built out of my own imagination. (less)
5 Things There's Not Enough Of and 1 Thing There Is
1. Time: to do whatever it is that makes me do the Happy Dance.
2.Money: to buy whatever it is that makes me do the Happy Dance.
3.Inspiration: to keep the flow of words going always.
4.Love:(more) to keep me feeling warm and fuzzy always.
5.Sex: see above 1-4*
1 Thing That There's Enough Of
1. Stupid people to ruin all of the above.
*money applies to sex only when it comes to buying pretty lacy girlie items...it's my list, I'm allowed to be sexist. Not that there's anything wrong with that.(less)
There is never enough time to spend with the ones that you love, and nothing can change that. That being said, there is only one solution.
Enjoy the time that you have with them. Try not to waste it by fighting and ignoring them. Spend time getting t(more)o know them and just being with them.
Because when it is over you will find yourself saying "That was not enough." Wouldn't it be nice to be able to, instead, say "That was not enough but, man, did we have some good times"? I certainly believe so.
So, considering all of that, would you like to spend some time with me? Cause I know I can't get enough of you. (less)