Gush vs Mush

There are millions of GUYS in the world.

Yes, Yes I know. I'm quite the one with original thoughts. But don't get blown away yet. There's more to come from this mind that is nothing short of a steel trap. (even if it does sometimes pretend to be a steel trap that sitting on the floor of a marshmallow forest, but that's another story for another day)

Anyway, while discussing romantic interests with a friend (who shall remain nameless but has access to this website which obviously severely narrows the pool) the other day, I had a sort of mini revelation. And I do stress MINI. This is not exactly on the level of Paul on the road to Damascus. For that matter, it's not even on par with the guy at Wonder Bread who said "Hey! I wonder if people would like this to be SLICED!" But I digress.....

I realized that though I have had many crushes in my life, they almost never really progress to anything of note. There are many possible reasons for this.

1. My apparent natural reaction to a crush as a teenager was to immediately begin to ignore the object of my affection lest that someone suspect that his unfortunate nerdiness had caught my eye. (and we'll just pretend that this has changed in my adulthood for now, OK? No need to get to REAL here)

2. As a child my parents had me innoculated against romance. Therefore, if any possible romantic situations approach, my immunities kick into gear-- producing stupid comments, lots of blushing, general confusion and even a little hostility on occasion.

3. My general beauty, intelligence, fierce wit and all around awesomeness just intimidates too many guys for me to ever have a chance at a lasting relationship.


While some of these may or may not be true, I've realized there is one important factor I'd never really thought about

4. Time after time I have gone after boys who will someday grown into a GUY instead of boys who will someday grown into a MAN. Or to use my new super fun "mini revelation" wording, I've had Guy Crushes = Gushes instead of Man Crushes= Mushes. And now that I am a super awesome adult, I feel that I am drowning in a world of Gushes-- not only my own but my friends' as well.

Do you think it's a coincidence that Mush and Maturity both start with an M?

I think not!

A Life with a View

We all get trapped in endless cycles of frustration that build over time....exploding then hardening like an active volcano, slowly growing into a mountain in your heart.

There must be another way to grow.

Some people live their lives by the Big Bang and Evolution Theory. They wait for the cataclysmic event to just happen out of nowhere and give them sudden meaning. And from that explosion, they think that with very little forethought their lives will morph and change and grow into what it is supposed to be.

A world that is not created means a life that was not created. An accidental world begets generations of people living accidental lives.

I choose to see the meaning.

An Observation

Having someone tell you that you are smart for doing something painfully obvious is almost worse than being called stupid.