Do you smell it? Or maybe you can feel it in the air. I notice it in the little goosebumps on my arms and by the smile on my face… football season has begun.
It’s a magical time of year to be Southern and in the South. Rivalry are renewed and you can have full conversations with strangers merely because they are wearing the same team colors as you. The grills are filled with new propane tanks, the fridge is loaded with beer, new koozies are waiting to be stretched and dresses are yet to be covered in stains. It’s an exiting and magical time– so much hope and promise for the season.
No wonder that it’s the time when many fall in love, just life the leaves on the trees. Something about the playful banter between a couple who doesn’t see eye to eye on the right team is just so cute, and you can see it in her face she loves him picking on her and he loves to do it. Something about the couple who walks hand in hand to the stadium wearing the same team colors and cheering the same team on to victory– even if they aren’t meant to be, it gives us all a little hope.
I wish you all luck this football season, both on the field and in love.
I often say that God had a plan for us and I truly believe he does. I also believe that his plan for each of us is far better than any plan we can lay for ourselves. However, I tend to not let him guide me as I should. I like to make my own plans and follow them through to ensure they happen.
The thing is– no matter how much I try to pursue my plan instead of Gods– I’m going to end up exactly where he wants me when he wants me there.
That being said, I clearly need to stop trying to forge my own path. God knows the obstacles in front of me and he knows exactly what I need to press through and what I need to avoid. He will lay the pavement down as I need to pass through it, I’m merely driving the car, he’s putting the road down for me.
I’m going to try to do better about trusting his path and stop worrying and trying to take control. He knows what he is doing.
I don’t think there’s a safe way out of casual dating… I’m too wrapped up. I’ve been “casually” dating this guy for four months now… but our relationship has really been that, a relationship, just without the titles of boyfriend and girlfriend.
I’ve realized that it’s past the point of no return. There’s no way for this to go back to the way it was– us being friends. At this point we either keep going and making memories, falling deeper into this relationship or I walk away with a broken heart that I’ll never admit to having.
Lucky for me– that doesn’t have to be decided today. Only time will tell which path we are on– but time has already decided that there’s no way out of this relationship scenario unscathed. One path leads to more and one leads to hurt… there’s no turning around.
I’d like to thank society and our culture for all of the over thinking and pressures that come with a relationship.
You see. I’m in a titleless relationship. We are exclusively not together, and I’m okay with that. He’s had a rough past with relationships and wants the next one he gets into to be real– I get that, but no one else seems to. They tell me that if he wanted to be with me, he would be. But I see that we are together, what does the title of girlfriend really change?
Add in the constant asking “are you official yet” and I start worrying that we never will be, that we are going to keep dating and being happy– but that’ll be it. Granted, what does it matter? If everyone knows we are together and we know we are together– why does he have to be my boyfriend?
I’d like to thank society for constantly asking me and constantly making me worry and wonder if he’s really into me or if he’s just confused or whatever. I know that he likes me and that this is headed somewhere, but the constant questioning and making me feel like it’s not real if it’s not on Facebook– that makes me wonder and question. PLEASE STOP.
I gained a new life experience this week– one I only thought happened to celebrities and movie characters. WOW was I wrong.
Out of the blue a guy let me know he was in love with me and that I was the one. He also let me know that even though I’m happily dating someone else, he wasn’t going away– then it turned crazy. He began being constantly jealous, contacting me constantly. Calling and texting continuously, to the point I had to silence my phone and put it away because texts and calls to other people weren’t even possible. Then the threats began… Letting me know that since I didn’t want to work things out with him, he’d be trying to ruin my job, what my friends thought of me and generally everything he could… TALK ABOUT CREEPY! After another sleepless night last night, I finally think I’m in the clear. But who knows, what if that’s what he wants me to think?
How can love make you so crazy? How can you claim to care about someone and yet want them to be hurt or want to be the one hurting them?
I get that rejection hurts, but I still think if I cared so truly about someone– I’d rather them be with the person who they loved and made them happy than try to be with me and make me happy. Then again, I’ve never gone to the point of crazy…