Specifically, what happens when, hypothetically, you break up with someone under the party line of "right person at the wrong time" and then, hypothetically, the right[er] time presents itself.
For your consideration: another curious collection of thoughts, reaction and observations that didn't make it into a full-length post this week. They're sort of like the people you've quietly crushed on and never confessed: sure, something sparked; sure, something lingered; sure, they still cross your mind [as they once crossed your path] from time to time, but you know in your heart of hearts that some things are better left fleeting, that anything more involved just wasn't meant to be.
-If my favorite image of the week was this, my favorite video of the week was surely this: At first it doesn't look so bad. Then you start thinking, "This is a really long zoom." Then you start thinking, "Dude, when is this camera going to stop zooming out?". And then, if you haven't dissolved into a fit of giggles, "What the fuck?! Is this a joke?" Though, the bug in the corner reminds you: C-SPAN rarely jokes and always comes to play.-[True Confession] I cannot, for the life of me, understand debates over stadiums and casinos. I've tried. Hard. But when people start talking about either, there's a part of me that just shuts down. Ultimately, I find them to be a little bit like logarithms, where I'll never understand their genesis or reasoning or argument but mostly, I'll never want to.
LOVE: Finding out things you've always wondered, finding out you weren't far that off base.
HATERADE: The aftershocks of white wine in the morning.
For the person who rode three-in-a-seat, who knows things about me we've never had to talk about, whose strength and courage teach me to look for emotional springs inside you you never knew existed.
You understand without words and explanation, you co-founded two of the greatest party games of all time, you know the Lorax even though we never got more than two slabs of concrete up that hill in your backyard.
No matter where we are you make me feel safe...like home and family and a time of untouched innocence.
For the person whose patience and friendship are never ending, who fits without seams, who is gifted in the art of nicknames and communicating volumes with silent stares.
I'd drive any distance to lay next to you in bed, I'd thank you for the walk without either of us stepping a foot, I'd send you and your long toe a handwritten postcard from anywhere in the world.
You are home base. And you've never judged, even when I puked on the Hollywood Walk of Fame.
To Lisa. Happy Birthday.
For the person whose love of literature, music, long walks and longer conversation inspires me to live a life of brave reflection, tempered expectation and friendship before all.
Things will return to equilibrium. I promise. And, until that day, thank god we are so easily amused by the same three conversations.
To Megan. Happy Birthday.
Due to the unexpectedly high volume of emails I received from men asking for more specifics on the anti-game game of which I speak, I felt the need to stress the following points: