Tuesday, November 27, 2012

Chipped Nails

Her hands were cold. Not like an ice cube. Those are frozen. But, cold, as if she hadn't worn gloves and then proceeded to wipe snow off the windshield of her car. I had finally gotten the nerve to strike up a conversation a few days ago, and now she was standing in my kitchen. People say that, "Strike up," right? Her hair sort of in front of her face, not touching her cheeks necessarily, but sort of lingering midair as if hoping to brush past for one second.

"Do you want something to drink? Like a glass of water."

I opened the fridge, a chill meeting the cold air of my kitchen. Started rumbling through, the bright light bulb reflecting off my glasses. I'm sure I was looking just great.

"Uh, iced tea? Da. Da. Da. You don't want that, maybe some chocolate milk?"

She laughed. I smiled out from the corner of my mouth. The left side.

"Chocolate milk it is."

Some color returned to her face. Warmer now.

"I'm not going to turn down chocolate milk."

It was definitive, and I liked that. I poured her a glass, well, three quarters of a pint. The cup had an etching of Snoopy painted on it. It went with a set I had gotten for Christmas the year before. A sort of White Elephant gift, but I thought it was cool. A set of four Peanuts themed cups. I handed her the glass, she took it. Had some chipped nail polish on. Like she had painted it the day before, but then washed a bunch of dishes. My mom always wore rubber gloves to avoid a chipped nail. I can hear her.

"I keep it classy, John." To my father. She'd say it again and again. My dad would look up from the table, amused at his wife. I always appreciated how he looked at her. Like she was the only thing saving him from whatever it was that was on the hunt for him. You know?

"The classiest I've ever known." She'd wink at him. Do this weird tip of her hip as if to say, "Thanks," and keep doing dishes.

It was sort of sad when we moved and got a dishwasher.

Anne was standing in front of my sink now. I didn't have a dishwasher. No one in college did. Or likely does now either. She had finished her last gulp. I could hear it. Not gurgling or anything, but you know that sound, when you can hear the swallow and the settling of liquid?

I had put away all the other options. The water. The tea. I leaned against the edge of my counter. It looked nicer than it really was. A sort of fake marble top, but really I think just a Home Depot bought cork with a marble looking design. I tucked my hands in each pocket. She came closer. Not too close to send a message, but close enough to send a vibe.

"Thanks for that." We sort of stood there. A weird pause. What to do. I waited too long. When had she put her gloves on? I didn't know she had gloves. Where were they before? Too long.

"Well, I guess I'm gonna go." She batted her eyelashes. It sounded sweet, like she didn't want to infringe on my "me-time." I liked that she wasn't wearing mascara. I didn't want "me-time." What was happening?

"Oh." That was it. That's what I had.

"Okay. Well, it was fun to, I don't know, see where you live." She leaned in for an awkward hug.

Fuck.

"Yeah. You too." That made no sense.

I was still wearing my shoes. In my own house. Thoughts: Why am I wearing these stupid shoes? These dumb grey Saucony's. That's all I could think. If I had just taken my shoes off it would have been a natural progression to the living room, to the couch, to hanging out on my couch. To take your coat off. To watching a movie. To accidentally falling asleep. To waking up in three hours. To her saying, "It's so late." To me saying, "Yeah, it's ok." To fake falling asleep so that she felt comfortable falling asleep again also by accident, though we both know it wasn't a real accident. And we would be on the couch. And we'd wake up. And it'd be morning. And I wouldn't be alone.

It would be morning already, before we knew it, and we'd be rinsing out that Peanut pint glass without rubber gloves on. We'd smile as I washed and she dried. Fuck.

"Thanks, I'll see ya later." A blonde wisp of hair hit her cheek as she turned back to wave. I waved back. Paralyzed, sitting in my own Fuck, What Happened Here?-ness.

The sound of my door closing. Click of the main lock as I turned it left. Brought up the chain to bolt the door. Slid from right to left. It hung there loosely. She was out in the cold, gloves on, jacket zipped.

And we were alone again.

Wednesday, November 21, 2012

chasing dreams

This song, Beautiful Girl, just pisses me off. It's such a cop out to explaining what it means to love someone. Its main concentration is on all she does for him, and only minutely highlights how absent he is from this relationship. But what makes it the worst is how fucking beautiful the melody is. At the end of the day, words are just words, even if they're strung together like pearls on a musical string. "You sacrifice so much of your life in order for this to work," he sings, but what does he do? How does he sacrifice? Feeling bad isn't enough, guy.



I wish I could do better by you,
Cos that's what you deserve.
You sacrifice so much of your life,
In order for this to work.

While I'm off chasing my own dreams,
Sailing around the world,
Please know that I'm yours to keep,
My beautiful girl.

And when you cry a piece of my heart dies,
Knowing that I may have been the cause,
If you were to leave, fulfill someone elses dreams,
I think I might totally be lost.

But you don't ask for no diamond rings,
No delicate string of pearls,
That's why I wrote this song to sing,
My beautiful girl

Tuesday, November 20, 2012

feeeeeeelings

this is how i used to feel, slash sometimes slash often still feel:




Monday, November 19, 2012

CS lewis

"If we find ourselves with a desire that nothing in this world can satisfy, the most probable explanation is that we were made for another world." 

Just something I've been thinking about.

Friday, November 09, 2012

5 things

1. i love fresh flowers
2. i love warm apple cider
3. i love esse nail polish
4. i love my brothers and my sister
5. i love when people use coasters without me asking them to

 continued.

6. i love the way trees look without leaves
7. i love board games
8. i love getting snacks during class breaks
9.  i love a well made bed
10. i love feeling safe

right now there are a lot of things i dont love. but. im trying to remember there are a lot of things i do.

Wednesday, November 07, 2012

5 things. they're back again.

1. honesty
2. dancing
3. looking forward
4. driving long distances alone
5. weddings

a beautiful spirit

a good friend of mine believes i have a beautiful spirit. i need to hear this these days. because i don't believe it. you know when you've been the lowest you've been and you can't believe that anyone else could ever have been where you are. this. this is where i live.

And after the storm,
I run and run as the rains come
And I look up, I look up,
on my knees and out of luck,
I look up.

Night has always pushed up day
You must know life to see decay
But I won't rot, I won't rot
Not this mind and not this heart,
I won't rot.

And I took you by the hand
And we stood tall,
And remembered our own land,
What we lived for.

And there will come a time, you'll see, with no more tears.
And love will not break your heart, but dismiss your fears.
Get over your hill and see what you find there,
With grace in your heart and flowers in your hair.

And now I cling to what I knew
I saw exactly what was true
But oh no more.
That's why I hold,
That's why I hold with all I have.
That's why I hold.

I will die alone and be left there.
Well I guess I'll just go home,
Oh God knows where.
Because death is just so full and mine so small.
Well I'm scared of what's behind and what's before.

And there will come a time, you'll see, with no more tears.
And love will not break your heart, but dismiss your fears.
Get over your hill and see what you find there,
With grace in your heart and flowers in your hair.

And there will come a time, you'll see, with no more tears.
And love will not break your heart, but dismiss your fears.
Get over your hill and see what you find there,
With grace in your heart and flowers in your hair.

i will not rot. despite my overwhelmed soul, i know who i am even if i haven't been her in too long.