Ever since I was small, you have always been there. Year after year, you never missed a Christmas and you never missed a birthday. You were always here to make sure I’m okay and to talk for hours. Every time I would get to see you, you never knew how much I didn’t care about leaving to play games. But rather just sit with you and talk, because to you I was never just some kid. I was your family and you treated me like an adult. Your stories were legendary and always made me laugh, the tales of my parents before they were my parents gave a whole new romance to the one I’ve always known. I will always love and look forward to our 2 a.m. talks. Blood is not the only thing that makes people family. Love, loyalty, respect and caring is what makes you and I family. I love you Uncle, I always have and I always will.
This right here is Amelia, the new Princess of my castle. From nothing, something beautiful comes.
I sit behind the desk of my own self importance and have this near erotic case of narcissistic personality disorder. I am so sorry for myself that it is basically impossible to be a good person.
So I actually put almost all my effort into being that good person, to just sastify myself. I love it and hate it all at the same time, but fuck it I am pretty damn awesome.
So as I welcome Amelia into my home and arms, I am glad to have the release and love of someone.
In the words of Moody, “Just because two people of the opposite sex meet after 7 p.m. does not make it a date”.
Being young and still in my teens, the trend of dating and mindless texting. We live our lives over computer screens and the hipocracy of it all is that I am typing this on my phone. Maybe we stick to being glued to computer screens and having these depth-less encounters we call “dates”, because being young and being in love is rebarbative.
We grow up watching these movies with happily ever afters and Prince Charmings the Cinderella and wicked step-sisters. The truth we later learned is much more bleak, a lot of real love falls short in the long game. Then we find out the ever more popular theory that seems to resonate throughout my entire present life. Every date will lead to one of two outcomes,
1.) Marriage (forever)
2.) Break up/Divorce (limited)
So it is no wonder that I find I can not commit to anything more than a single date. Everything is either forever or it will end, and that is pretty damned scary. No wonder we stick our faces behind screens, they are our shields against the infinite reality that plagues us all.