Looking For Benny "The Jet" Rodriguez
Isn't it strange what a simple wash of your hair can do? Or actually taking the time to do some make up. Lately, as a study I have been (wait for it) believe it or not washing my hair. Boy, are the responses through the roof. Crazy.
"Michelle, did you do something different today?"
" I took a shower, liberating I know."
"Huh, go figure, you've been really holding back on us."
The hair is not really the topic of discussion because per usual I don't really give a shit about that crap. Cliche but, honestly I truly believe that it really does only matter what is in the inside of you or me.
What makes the heart want, what the heart wants? How do you decide to cut someone off ( maybe just not really giving a rats ass but)? I think I have said this before but if you are new to the page of "Michelle's constant shit show" here it goes, I am the most hopeless romantic. I literally love to see new relationships develop and the explosion of love. You also are talking to a girl who also HATES love and yells outside of her car with her friends "no more couples" to probably absolutely nothing and no one. More than anything the cats in my neighborhood are scared of me. Im a goon, damn.
You see it is a catch twenty-two. You put your heart out there hoping something good will come to you in return. In hindsight when does it become too far? How does one protect their hearts when all the rubble in the background is just oh so exhausting. But, oddly the enough the universe can be a big Bitch, yes I capitalized Bitch. Like I said the universe will throw things in front of your face and then just swipe them away. I feel like fucking Dora the Explorer having to stop swiper from flipping swiping. Anarchy.
The chase, oh man, the chase. Stupid game. I just don't get it. One day it will be so fun and entertaining, just having a good time and the next it feels as though I am an abominable snowman or some gnome. Either would be fun to be if i didn't feel so left field. Or is it right field?
That is it! By golly I have cracked the code. I am the little boy in the Sandlot who just moved to town. That is it. But, every now and again the kids let me play with them. I don't quite have the happy ending yet. Man great film. Good shit. Where is a Benny when you need him?
In the grand scheme though is do I really wanna play a game with someone who cheats throughout that game? If that makes any sense. When you like someone it seems as though the reality gets hidden under your super long brimmed baseball hat (reference to the sandlot. Please watch if you don't get the reference.) I guess what really needs to happen is to be greeted by Benny "the Jet" Rodriguez. He gives me the trendy baseball hat and I'm inaugurated into the gang. Or he's my mans that would be cool. Have you seen that stache at the end of the movie. Sweet Aunt Jemima.
I am not here to rant to you about how I hate the opposite sex or whoever. I am here to just figure out how is one to protect their hearts without getting the repercussions you know? If we did not experience the heart break then what would be the point right? Like I said in my last post. If you don't put yourself out there then there would be no greater development I suppose (shit that kind of sounded too theoretical and like a wizard ( I am also sitting in class so,)).
I walked across the street the other day. I always wear my emotions on my face and as I was walking a man who I had no idea who he was just threw his hand up and gave me a high five. Instantly, I felt relieved less repulsive to the human kind. In that moment I was brushed with the most sincere kindness.
You never know how someone is truly feeling. No one will ever know how you are feeling. No one can truly feel the emotions and movements that you take. But, if we take the time and high five strangers, hold doors open, say please and thank you, and maybe even just give a smile maybe just maybe we will all be able to coexist a little bit easier.
"Michelle, did you do something different today?"
" I took a shower, liberating I know."
"Huh, go figure, you've been really holding back on us."
The hair is not really the topic of discussion because per usual I don't really give a shit about that crap. Cliche but, honestly I truly believe that it really does only matter what is in the inside of you or me.
What makes the heart want, what the heart wants? How do you decide to cut someone off ( maybe just not really giving a rats ass but)? I think I have said this before but if you are new to the page of "Michelle's constant shit show" here it goes, I am the most hopeless romantic. I literally love to see new relationships develop and the explosion of love. You also are talking to a girl who also HATES love and yells outside of her car with her friends "no more couples" to probably absolutely nothing and no one. More than anything the cats in my neighborhood are scared of me. Im a goon, damn.
You see it is a catch twenty-two. You put your heart out there hoping something good will come to you in return. In hindsight when does it become too far? How does one protect their hearts when all the rubble in the background is just oh so exhausting. But, oddly the enough the universe can be a big Bitch, yes I capitalized Bitch. Like I said the universe will throw things in front of your face and then just swipe them away. I feel like fucking Dora the Explorer having to stop swiper from flipping swiping. Anarchy.
The chase, oh man, the chase. Stupid game. I just don't get it. One day it will be so fun and entertaining, just having a good time and the next it feels as though I am an abominable snowman or some gnome. Either would be fun to be if i didn't feel so left field. Or is it right field?
That is it! By golly I have cracked the code. I am the little boy in the Sandlot who just moved to town. That is it. But, every now and again the kids let me play with them. I don't quite have the happy ending yet. Man great film. Good shit. Where is a Benny when you need him?
In the grand scheme though is do I really wanna play a game with someone who cheats throughout that game? If that makes any sense. When you like someone it seems as though the reality gets hidden under your super long brimmed baseball hat (reference to the sandlot. Please watch if you don't get the reference.) I guess what really needs to happen is to be greeted by Benny "the Jet" Rodriguez. He gives me the trendy baseball hat and I'm inaugurated into the gang. Or he's my mans that would be cool. Have you seen that stache at the end of the movie. Sweet Aunt Jemima.
I am not here to rant to you about how I hate the opposite sex or whoever. I am here to just figure out how is one to protect their hearts without getting the repercussions you know? If we did not experience the heart break then what would be the point right? Like I said in my last post. If you don't put yourself out there then there would be no greater development I suppose (shit that kind of sounded too theoretical and like a wizard ( I am also sitting in class so,)).
I walked across the street the other day. I always wear my emotions on my face and as I was walking a man who I had no idea who he was just threw his hand up and gave me a high five. Instantly, I felt relieved less repulsive to the human kind. In that moment I was brushed with the most sincere kindness.
You never know how someone is truly feeling. No one will ever know how you are feeling. No one can truly feel the emotions and movements that you take. But, if we take the time and high five strangers, hold doors open, say please and thank you, and maybe even just give a smile maybe just maybe we will all be able to coexist a little bit easier.
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