Thanks for seein' about a girl, friend. here's where I'm writing my own history—for you, for me and anyone else who needs to laugh to keep from cryin' every once in awhile.

Cue the Haddaway.

This is no Night at the Roxbury, but seriously, what is love? Mini side note: Is the moon in some planet of love, Saturn perhaps or some other crazy behind planet/solstice/orbit? Several of us are all talkin' up something about love, and the vibin' wavelengths, whilst most comforting, are also a tad freaky.

Oh, the beauty of the lj, got us all chit-chattin' and not maxin' or relaxin' on this topic at hand. I have to say how tremendously I am enjoying the posts and replies and the subsequent discussions that are occurring. It's lubley.

That being said, I have pasted here my reply to Rachel's post, just because it seems to fit nicely in the ongoing discussion, and it gives me something to do while I burn off the last strains of the datblasted caffeine I consumed earlier ... I shall never learn.

Anyway ...

Rachel: "She also said to me that she thinks that when you are alone for too long then you can't be with people... like you become intolerant to the way other people do things and become so set in your own ways that you have trouble adapting. Lord, I hope this isn't true."

Danita: Um, yeah. Let's hope. Otherwise, I'm in some trouble. I don't think I'm intolerant to the way other people do things, at least not unreasonably so, but I do realize that I'm so set in my own ways, that in love's case, I have trouble adapting.

I've never considered myself a fighter (when it's lover vs. fighter) and yet I seem to be fighting to keep my guard up, and I have to tell you that I'm getting tired. It's just too hard. I don't desire to be made a fool or to willingly seek out the pain that love sometimes inflicts, but my trust falling skills have rusted.

I am not so sure that I know how to fall in love. Do you think its the same method that one takes to jump into a pile of freshly raked leaves?

How stupid do I sound at this hour? 1:00 in the a.m., talking about how to fall in love. Is there even a way to do it? Do I need a way? Why do I feel like I need a manual or a tutorial? Admittedly, I'm not the most outgoing of people, but I'm no shrinking violet, and yet the thought of love makes me feel so timid and unsure that I hardly know myself and I don't like that feeling. Mostly I feel a coward, as if I'm too afraid in all my openness to be completely open. That might hurt too much, and I don't know if I can take any hurt right now.

Perhaps I just need time.

Here's to hoping it's on my side ...

Wants & Needs.

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