Laden with Thoughts

Life is hard for me to understand sometimes. My life, specifically. Why do I feel the way I feel? Why am I nervous around people I respect? What’s with the constant blushing? I have a lot of questions like that.

I’m so tired, but I can’t bring myself to go to bed. If I go to bed, it will be tomorrow sooner. I wish I was like Evie from “Out of This World” and could put my index fingers together to freeze time.

Which is more desirable? A lifetime of comfortable love, or a shorter amount of sheer romantic bliss? If someone asked me that question I would tell them, of course, that a lifetime of not-so-exciting love is infinitely preferable to me.

But would I be telling them the truth?

Who among us, ladies, has watched a romantic movie and not longed for a man to fly halfway around the world just to tell us he has fallen madly in love with us? Who has not dreamed of the most romantic proposal, complete with candlelight and rose petals? Who has not yearned for the single moment in which we realize we are desperately in love?

A life of comfortableness is most likely more fulfilling. Though, to be honest… I wouldn’t say no to a room full of rose petals.

(Please ignore me. I’ve been watching swoony movies again. Damn those Walmart discount DVD racks!)