the child in all of us

only five year olds can rival me in the amount of excitement that rushes within me whenever i even think the words "Disney World". and now i work there. how many people get to say that their boss is THE Mouse? okay, so around 62,000. but guess what? my family just grew 62,000 people. feel free to be jealous. i get to be a kid every day. me and peter worked it out, i'm the lost boys' new mom. wendy is out. i plan on being a double agent, hello pirate weekends. hook and i are having a summer fling.

the forgotten thought process

most girls think about their wedding day and plan it from the time they turn five. it's like something clicks in our brain that someday prince charming is supposed to sweep us off our feet, fall in love with us, marry us, and then we live happily ever after. we're set up for failure. marriage is about more than just love. yes, that's a key factor, but that's not all. it's an agreement on how to live life. before you can even think about marrying the man of your dreams, you need to sit and talk about what kind of family you need to have. are your morals in tune? what are your parenting methods going to be? do you want to be parents? if so, to how many children? what happens when you don't get along with the in-laws? do you have a plan? do you have a schedule to be in a certain type of living arrangement by a certain point in your life? there are so many things to consider rather than just saying "I love him, and that is all that matters." i know im not an expert on relationships, but i've watched them flourish and fall apart and can learn from others mistakes. put thought into your relationships, they don't affect just you, nor do they just affect the present.

the words that formulate to writing

i am a stream of thought, minimalist writer. which in all actuality does not make any sense. i am inspired by hemingway in his brevity, but also enjoy kerouac in his writing that only makes sense to the people that think like he does. poe, as novel as he may be, gives too many superfluous details that just take up too much time. my writing style makes no sense, but i am not so slowly coming to terms with the fact that i, in general, am not a normal individual.

the tears that fall

each tear is a testament to how loved you were

missed

it just sucks that sometimes thats what it takes. my dad was the one in my family i related to the most. he and i were very similar in so many different aspects. we loved movies, books, big words, movies, figuring out stuff for yourself, and the peace in silence. so many years i wouldnt even let him give me a hug or a kiss on the forehead and tell me he loves me. he did this cute thing where he would come up to me and say "hey, have i told you today how much i love you?" even if he had already asked it five times that day. or he'd come home from work and open his arms and say "pay me" which was his way of asking for a hug. he loved talking about the things you aren't supposed to talk about. seriously. he'd bring up religion and politics anywhere and everywhere. he made friends with people of all ages, and loved quoting the movie Caveman... which isn't even quotable. sure, he had his flaws. everybody does. but he isn't remembered for those, because he had exponentially more things that were great about him that everybody loved.