Saturday

First of all, let's get something straight. The photo to the right is not at all my ideal picture. However:
1.) It is actually a good representation of me
2.) I need to post a picture, because I promised myself I would.

The photo shows:
1.) My cat, Calvin, who I completely love (Calvin and Hobbes, anyone?).
2.) My hair. It's blonde, and crazy. And as usual, it was all over the place.
3.) My eyebrows, which don't match my hair, even though both are their natural color. I'm indecisive, and apparently I was destined to be that way.


So I'm not exactly supposed to be blogging right now. I'm helping to clean the house, and my task list includes things like "vacuum", "wash the shower with Soft Scrub", "change sheets"... not "write long blog posts", "set up Twitter account", "take pictures with your cat."

But I'm breaking the rules, just a little, because I had a thought for a post, and I'm learning to use inspiration right away. You can't capture it on a post-it note and go back to it later. So here's my thought...

You don't stop loving somebody just because you break up. It's pretty much impossible, unless you haven't loved them for a long time. In a relationship, you've got all these routines, and it's ridiculous to think we can just stop, suddenly. All of a sudden, you are broken up. That's it. You're done. You go from seeing someone every day, hugging, kissing, talking constantly, and then somebody decides that this routine has become unsatisfactory, and it ends. Everything. Sometimes the two people, once "so in love", never talk again, only exchanging glares across the classroom.

Relationships are weird. I feel we might be going about them all wrong. I'm not offering any other solutions at the moment, since the only alternative to breaking up would be something like a gradual seperation, which would not work.

"Um, listen, I don't think we should be in a relationship anymore. How bout a month from now we call it quits?" That proposition could be followed by one less hug a day, one less kiss a day, one less conversation a day, until finally, it ends.

No. That would not work, at all.

Anyway, I have been discovered. My mom reminded me I should be working. Maybe I'll sort out my thoughts a little better while cleaning bathroom tiles (that's not even sarcasm, I have a strange obsession with Soft Scrub).

XoXoXoXo.