One of my guilty pleasures is cruising facebook for fun denominational posters and “da fuq” pictures. point blank: it’s all Ashley’s doing (if you don’t know about Ashley, rest assured a detailed explanation of my body buddy is already in the wings). As i’m clickety clicking through the day’s pictures, i come across a picture that read: “Never ignore a person that loves you, cares for you, and misses you. Because one day you you might wake up from your sleep and realize you lost the moon while counting stars.” Its a fun little poster with an uber deep meaning that i should really take a hard look at.
I have this friend…well he’s more of a-lay-turned-friend kinda deals. He’s a really nice guy, super fun to talk to and hang out with, and lets face it, the sex is pretty fantastic. Earlier this evening, while i was at rehearsals, he text me to say hi and hope everything is well with me. at this point i realized that lately, i have been a complete dick to this guy. I’ve been committing to hang out with him and bailing completely last minute in favor of a guy that may or may not even be interested in me. Here is a guy who cares enough to tell ME good morning, and ask ME how my day is going and instead of appreciating him, i’m acting like an aloof douchebag. hmmm. is it possible i’m missing the moon because i’m all stupid in the stars? hmm.
oh, so if all that wasn’t ironic enough: i’ve had the last line of violet hill stuck in my head for the last two days.
travel safe guys!