Sunday night...The air is kinda weird outside. Maybe that explains the emotions going on in me right now. Or maybe it's lack of sleep. Maybe both. I felt the need to journal, so here it is.
This is a strange time in my life. Being a 24 year old woman, single and educated is not the norm in Oklahoma. I feel kinda out of place, but at the same time, I know the place I'm in is good-- and I wouldn't trade it for the world. I am here because of the choices I've made. I had a chance to make different choices with my life, but I didn't (thank God). Even so, it's not terribly easy.
Over the past few weeks I've experienced something kind of strange. And I'm pretty sure it is responsible for my melancholy. I know this guy... He's really cool. We are strictly on a friendship level and always have been. But I love the way he treats me when I'm around him. Call it his personality, his temperment, whatever. I know it is just the way he is. No effort needed. It's just the way he is to people... very thoughtful, and always inclusive, never exclusive. And yet, for some reason he makes me sad. But I figured out what it is.
He reminds me of the first guy who was ever of any significance in my life. I was eleven years old and in LOVE... oh yeah. It was love-- at eleven. (Note the sarcasm.) Anyway, I guess I still feel like that little girl who wants to feel special to someone, and I love it when I'm around people who make me feel that way. So why the sadness? I guess it's because, even though those people make me feel special in a way, they make everyone else feel that way too... thus I am not unique. Ahhh the viscious circle.
Being single is frustrating. But apparently being married is Hell. I'll take frustration any day.