I found another inspiring website, but I'm not sharing it's name yet.
The downside to these websites -- they allow me to think more. And I wonder about some of the same things the contributors wonder about.
Not that all of these ignited my wonderment, but here are some that caught my attention more than others.
When I was 5 or so my mom would tell me to lie down before she tied my tie and I just now realized at the age of 19 that she did this because she's a funeral director.
"I'm having too much fun with Rock Band to see you," he implied when he didn't reply to her e-mail.
The elephant that lived in my parent's living room has moved to my house.
I wanted to tell him, but I couldn't think of a tactful way to say, "Hey, your glass eye is crooked."
"Leave the pizza on the futon and I'll eat it for breakfast" would be the most collegiate sentence ever uttered, if only I had worked in the word "toga."
As I got ready for my annual physical, I came to the realization that my gynecologist was about to see my boyfriend's name shaved in my pubic hair.
As I opened the hotel room door to go meet him in the lobby, I knew that at that precise moment I was about to ruin my marriage.
Realizing after 26 years that I am handsome, I decided that I'd trade everything to possess good virtues.
I knew my step-son had been overly sheltered when he told me a character from Guitar Hero III was the "black version of Jimi Hendrix."
Everytime I tripped when I was younger I used to think my feet were plotting against me and my hands were my only true friends.
I didn't realize it at the time, but my willingness to go streaking at a Christian school in the middle of the night was probably one of the strongest indicators that religion and I didn't have much time left together.
35 feet looks a lot less painful than it feels.
For weeks after my beloved cat died he hung out in my peripheral vision, a fleeting orange streak in the corner of my eye, as though to assure me he was ok.
(change this one to 'fleeting white and grey streak' and you've got me, after Rosey died. I still cry when I see pictures of her.)
I missed my girlfriend so much that I racked up 4,000 minutes of talk time on my cell phone that month.
The greatest sense of accomplishment happens when you walk into an emergency room with an injury, and the Doctor smiles and says, "I don't even want to know."
I want to create my own perfect man from several I already know intimately of which none is capable of giving me everything I know I deserve.
I sincerely hope whoever spat that gigantic loogie in their to-go box and left it on table #14 for my hand to stumble upon falls into a fiery pit of aborted pig fetuses.
None of us realized how loudly we were talking until the word "vagina" rang out into the hallway and seemed to just hang there like red neon.
You know it's time to do dishes when you find yourself eating a TV dinner with a butter knife.
Lying next to my beautiful six-foot green-eyed girlfriend was kind of like lying next to the Rocky Mountains, and just as breathtaking. (As much as I wish it was someone else, DanR wrote this one about his beautiful six-foot green-eyed girlfriend...)
Sometimes it takes reading about someone else's heartache, cynicism, adoration, guilt, lust, experimentation, or adventure to wonder why I try or don't try so hard in my own ways. These kind of sites make me realize 1. I have a spectacular life with a great many things to be thankful for and 2. I deserve so much more than what I receive.
The downside to these websites -- they allow me to think more. And I wonder about some of the same things the contributors wonder about.
Not that all of these ignited my wonderment, but here are some that caught my attention more than others.
When I was 5 or so my mom would tell me to lie down before she tied my tie and I just now realized at the age of 19 that she did this because she's a funeral director.
"I'm having too much fun with Rock Band to see you," he implied when he didn't reply to her e-mail.
The elephant that lived in my parent's living room has moved to my house.
I wanted to tell him, but I couldn't think of a tactful way to say, "Hey, your glass eye is crooked."
"Leave the pizza on the futon and I'll eat it for breakfast" would be the most collegiate sentence ever uttered, if only I had worked in the word "toga."
As I got ready for my annual physical, I came to the realization that my gynecologist was about to see my boyfriend's name shaved in my pubic hair.
As I opened the hotel room door to go meet him in the lobby, I knew that at that precise moment I was about to ruin my marriage.
Realizing after 26 years that I am handsome, I decided that I'd trade everything to possess good virtues.
I knew my step-son had been overly sheltered when he told me a character from Guitar Hero III was the "black version of Jimi Hendrix."
Everytime I tripped when I was younger I used to think my feet were plotting against me and my hands were my only true friends.
I didn't realize it at the time, but my willingness to go streaking at a Christian school in the middle of the night was probably one of the strongest indicators that religion and I didn't have much time left together.
35 feet looks a lot less painful than it feels.
For weeks after my beloved cat died he hung out in my peripheral vision, a fleeting orange streak in the corner of my eye, as though to assure me he was ok.
(change this one to 'fleeting white and grey streak' and you've got me, after Rosey died. I still cry when I see pictures of her.)
I missed my girlfriend so much that I racked up 4,000 minutes of talk time on my cell phone that month.
The greatest sense of accomplishment happens when you walk into an emergency room with an injury, and the Doctor smiles and says, "I don't even want to know."
I want to create my own perfect man from several I already know intimately of which none is capable of giving me everything I know I deserve.
I sincerely hope whoever spat that gigantic loogie in their to-go box and left it on table #14 for my hand to stumble upon falls into a fiery pit of aborted pig fetuses.
None of us realized how loudly we were talking until the word "vagina" rang out into the hallway and seemed to just hang there like red neon.
You know it's time to do dishes when you find yourself eating a TV dinner with a butter knife.
Lying next to my beautiful six-foot green-eyed girlfriend was kind of like lying next to the Rocky Mountains, and just as breathtaking. (As much as I wish it was someone else, DanR wrote this one about his beautiful six-foot green-eyed girlfriend...)
Sometimes it takes reading about someone else's heartache, cynicism, adoration, guilt, lust, experimentation, or adventure to wonder why I try or don't try so hard in my own ways. These kind of sites make me realize 1. I have a spectacular life with a great many things to be thankful for and 2. I deserve so much more than what I receive.
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