Johnny Seriously

With very few exceptions, I'm not taken seriously. I don't know if it's because I'm funny, or because I'm a smartass, or because I'm younger-looking/younger-acting. I just know that there are only a handful of people who interact with me in a serious manner. How do I always end up in friendships or other relationships where I'm constantly the butt of some stupid joke? This has happened with friends, with bosses and coworkers, and with other people.

( Continuing rant. Cocks Africa Fecking Blah! )

America is the place where the kids got twisted minds bent on self-destruction.

To cross wind and water so untame.

You know what was really nice? Feeling all dizzy and in love and giddy and crazy and wonderful. I think about going to Provincetown in March and feeling so good and peaceful and complete, like if the world would stop, I would be okay with it because I had everything I'd ever wanted. I think about how I would lay there and look at her and be unable to keep from saying aloud, "This is so right." I think about how I would just smile at random times in random places, how I would light up. Love is like falling and falling is like this.

I wish I could bottle that and sell it. I'd make a fortune. Or maybe I would just keep it to myself and open it every once in a while.

And then I think about the slow burn that develops over time. I think about my high school SO, my one really good high school experience. I think about how we spent 4 years becoming the very best of friends who realized there was more. I think about the shift in the relationship dynamic and how it was eased into. I think about easing into that love like easing into a favorite pair of jeans, or the oldest, softest blanket. A little birdie told me that you can't make it by yourself, and that's the recipe for making love.

I wouldn't want to bottle that easing feeling. I'd like to cut it into squares and sew it into quilts.

Which is better? Which is worse? Which lasts longer? Does it matter?

Love is a funny thing, isn't it?

Come and get me, girls.

I love my necklace.