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I'm about to finish a bottle of Peach Schnapps (I didn't drink it all today, ok? Only 3/4 :)) - I can feel Arhi coming and saying that "any woman who admits she... 's "dizzy" deserves to be respected" :D ). I didn't get "dizzy" too many times in my life... I think it was only twice before; and I didn't like it, but it feels good now. Drinking Peach Schnapps and listening to Savatage, with "Believe"... what better time for memories, yet again? This is soapy, as in soap opera, so... stay away.
I was 16. I wasn't too busy, school was not that difficult, so what did I tell myself? "Maybe it's time for you to fall in love". Since there wasn't anything better to do, I said: "what the heck? Let's go for it!" So one day, doesn't matter which one, I sent my friend (who was also his - hey, I knew what I was doing! lol) with some poem written on a card and a bear with some pen full of lovey-dovey hearts (and it took me a while to find those, mind you... please do appreciate the effort) - I don't know if it's the Peach Schnapps or the hearty-thingy, but I have a strange feeling coming from my stomach :) . I had picked the name of the person from a hat... couldn't make up my mind, I just knew I had to get an occupation :P . He seemed impressed by the card and the amaaazing poem (please excuse me for calling that thing "a poem")... even a few months after, he still seemed touched by it. "Mirela, you just hit the jackpot! He liked the thingies, he'll like you too". Of course... just go ahead and tell him, it's the best thing you could do. My sarcasm tells me to add a "NOT" right now, but I won't... I'd be a hypocrite. It wasn't the best thing, but it was what I did... I wouldn't do it again... back then, I mean. 'Cause we never learn, do we? So I did. And then I played cat and mouse for about two years and a half. And I waited... my head was telling me that this wasn't going anywhere, that I just needed to be there to feed the ego, but my heart answered to every little "sign" (it's official, I was insane!) I'd get; if I tripped on the corner of the sofa, I'd count the number of dust bunnies I'd find under it and reach the conclusion that he cared about me (joking, I wasn't THAT crazy). And it lasted, as I said, for two years and a half and then a bit more and then... finaaally, it was over. If anybody needs to learn how something can be over before ever existing... "sorry", I'm not willing to teach that lesson. Sarcasm and all aside, it was a certain period of my life. I know I don't regret it... it helped me become who I am (hmmm... is that good or bad? :))) ). And I think I wasn't wrong... back then, that is.
I don't know anything for sure. I really don't. I just have opinions... I need to have something, don't I? Sometimes I say what I think without being asked, but most of the time I wait until I think my opinion is required. I can express it mildly or straight forward, according to the circumstances. But I never believe I have to be right. Many, many times I'd like to be proven wrong... and I am... sometimes. I usually filter my opinions through my personal experiences, whichever they might be... I guess other people do that too, don't they? Lol. Because I do learn, the fundamental "rules", at least. I don't compare situations entirely; I try to pick what bears some resemblance to other elements, that's all. Sometimes an opinion that we find annoying can make us see something we've been trying to ignore... or not.
And my blah-blah is over for tonight. No more Peach Schnapps left :))).