Sunday, July 09, 2006

Look heart, no hands...

Falling in love is scary as hell. Especially when you've been wrong before. Not just a case of bad taste, but you chose wrong. Yet another sobering thought.

My therapist thinks I started dating too soon. I can't entirely argue with that, but by the same token, we get hurt and healed in relationship. I'm sure that's a quote from a book, but I can't remember which one. Regardless, I believe I've mentioned before I'm a fan of this concept.

Tracey Lawrence's, Alibi's, just came on on my ipod.

"She knows every move that a man could make
She knows every trick in the book
She knows how to give, she knows how to take
Cause so many times she's been taken and fooled."

This song clearly captures emotion from me. Does that seem bitter, especially considering how I started this post off?

Realistically, a new relationship is bound to bring up the shit from the previous one. Of course I wish that weren't so. I also wish I were 6 feet tall and naturally prone to thinness. : )

Whenever I listen to music, I feel close to God. For me, music is proof God exists.

From love to God. This is a natural progression of thought for me.

But it really should begin and end with God.


p.s

As I was publishing the post, Rascall Flatts, He ain't the leaving kind, came on on my ipod:

"He ain't the leaving kind. He'd never walk away, even from those who don’t believe and wanna leave him behind. He ain't the leaving kind."

I don't believe things like this are coincidence. When I was searching for lyrics to the song, I came across this site: http://www.st-dennis.org/youth/dh060406.asp

Think what you will.

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