Role Reversal

Today I'm going to avoid the controversy that is swirling around in my head that makes me want to punch clean through a wall...again... and write about something, someone who in the past two weeks or so has provided me with an unbridled and uninterrupted happiness that I haven't seen the likes of in literally years.

I suppose it fits the pattern that the day I don't spend my time thinking that my phone is ringing because they're answering my last text at work when in fact they aren't and it's just my imagination wanting the phone to be ringing, I'll pause here to let you re-read that bit, is the day that that happy-streak ends with a thud in the late hours of a day.

I'm going to go ahead and assume that she isn't reading this because I can really think of only a few people that might regularly read whatever I have to say semi-regularly and she isn't included in that short list. It's not that I don't want her to know eventually, but it's not the kind of thing I want to leave to a blog post to describe directly. So here's the brief description of why this girl has such an effect on me:

I am a person that likes to say a lot of things. I like to say how I'm feeling almost obsessively, I like to share funny little anecdotes so that I can see people laugh and in turn make myself laugh, and every once in a while I love saying things that border on insane, just to see what reactions I can get out of people.

There are two other people, besides the target of my... I don't really want to call if affection because that seems a bit forward... crush, I suppose, that would react with an equally insane and/or downright hilarious response. It's something I value highly in people, and it's no coincidence that both of the other people that would give those reactions are people I can tell anything to.

You might be asking yourself "Is that all?" or questioning whether that's reason enough to care about someone. You're right to do so, but you've all seen enough movies to have heard "she's smart, funny, and above all downright gorgeous" enough times to make statements like that redundant. Plus, as a writer I feel I can be a bit more creative than that.

I think it might be inappropriate to call her a godsend, both due to my beliefs and that it's once again quite an overbearing description, but I was actually pretty depressed for a time after graduation reaching on into my first experience of the new and exciting world that is college, and talking to her profoundly turned everything completely around.

Working 8 hours was enjoyable (seriously, enjoyable) because at random intervals I could step off to the side and read what she'd just texted me. Not just bearable, mind you. Straight enjoyable. You've all likely seen what I have to say about various aspects of my job to know how much of a turnaround that is.

I needed this. I was ready to explode an hour ago. Now I'm just simmering.