12.13.2011

where am i?

I am in the dumbest mood today.

I care a significant amount less about everything than I should. 
Like my piano proficiency in the morning? 
Eh. I'll practice for it. I just don't care.

I especially don't care about all the people around me in relationships.

...But, for some dumb reason unbeknownst to me, the thing I do care about today is that I am not one of those people.

Honestly? Doesn't usually bother me. I'm not in any hurry to get married (at all), I am perfectly content being single, and I dislike that relationships bring drama. These are all true things.
For some reason... I just want one. I don't need one, but I want one.
It would just be nice, I guess.

On Saturday I went to Temple Square with some of my friends. One of them commented on how she wanted someone to be in love with because everyone at Temple Square is in love. We decided we could just all be in love.
I started to think about what she had said. I've been to Temple Square almost every year of my life, but I'd never noticed the couples before. I decided that I would pay closer attention this time.
...It's true. The couples are everywhere. They all look so happy.
My friend, the one who wanted to be in love, asked if I'd heard this song by the Weepies. I hadn't, but I looked it up, and I love it.
I don't think I necessarily think it completely describes my situation, because I don't even have anyone I'm super interested in, and I really don't mind being alone...
I tried to find a song that explains how I feel, but there really isn't one. I am so happy with life right now. I love being single, but I'd like to share my happiness with someone, I guess.

Pff. Anyway.
In the end this is all that matters to me:
Gotta love Priscilla. She speaks my thoughts.

1 comment:

  1. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Hbi3dqmEiLY
    That is what my Bible study did this semester. Also, we read some excerpts from books about how to make waiting productive, I'll include the info when I answer your email! <3

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