regarding red kitchens in ikea.
so i'm warning you, bored reader, that this entry will be filled with reminiscing of complaining and unhappiness, but also gushing and swooning of all sorts and if you aren't in the mood to read such a thing or don't enjoy things like this, go to the next entry on your friend's page. with that said,
my mom has this uncanny ability to be right, all the time, no fail.
she also has a wonderful ability to hold back in telling me "i told you so!" whenever i re-recognize the fact for the billionth time. i mean, sure, she does get some satisfaction and lets me know that she does whenever i call her up and tell her that she, once again, proved me wrong; i can be such a horrible skeptic and cynic at times. all of her somewhat-psychic abilities are encompassed in something she refers to as "mommy magic." not once has it ever failed me and i hope, one day when i have kids, i'll possess this gift, too. with this short description and explanation of how my mom is always right, i'll tell you now that this is all concerning michael. now i'll be truthful with you, and as i feel like if you've read this much thus far, you deserve the truth -- this will all sound crazy to you, the outside reader, but i assure you that it is all oh-so-characteristically-elizabeth (at least the unhappiness in the first part is, the happiness described in the second part is pretty uncharacteristic). i was convinced, after a string of horribly-failing-and-stupid-and-senseless-and-pretty-much-disasterous relationships that i was going to be alone for the remainder of my life. i'd really given it some thought: mary washington was fresh out, grad school was sure to be dry also, friends couldn't think of anyone that i'd like, little to no interests outside of these environments and i'm horrible at striking up conversation with strangers. i'd told my mom about all of this and she just laughed at me, but in a totally nice, caring way. she told me when i least expected it all to happen, it would. i doubted her as i always do when i'm feeling down about myself and have convinced myself that things are going to turn out a certain way (i told you this would all be so characteristically elizabeth, right?). i pondered what she said and though i doubted it all because of my track record and the dismal situation i had developed for myself in my mind, i hoped that i was wrong, as i usually am when she gives me advice. so time passed, i watched all my friends be so happy and enjoying companionship; though i thought i'd been as happy as they all are before, in retrospect i truly don't think i ever was. this fact depressed me even more, sinking me deeper into my imagined world of the now lifelong and planned lonliness, celibacy, and old-maid-hood. i'd really started convincing myself that maybe life was better without a relationship because in my experience, a relationship usually just means a lot of worrying/frustration/embarassment/etcetc. i mean, seriously, maybe i'd be better off; more time to watch arrested development, anyway. i was still hoping my mom was right, though. so to cut to the chase, BAM, my mom proved me wrong. i re-met (for the unknowing reader, i've known michael for three years but we kept -- at best -- sporadic contact since he graduated) a wonderful boy who, as i came to find out, was convinced of the same things i had been convinced of, had heard the "it'll happen when you least expect it" and appreciated the fact that i am interested in things like dinosaurs and em-dashes. over the course of hours, we went from friendly internet stalking each other to completely smitten. and things have only gotten better from there. i realize what all this "being in love" hype is really all about. and i also realize that this, what i'm feeling right now, is how it's supposed to be. it's not all supposed to be a burden, but it's supposed to be something that gets better with each passing day and with each moment spent with the other. it's been close to a month now and i can really, truly say that i have never been a) happier (even my family says they don't remember seeing me this happy ever) and b) that i've never felt this way about anyone. things are different this time, i can feel it. maybe i'm jumping the gun you say? nah, if you knew him and read his journal, too, you'd know he's feeling the same. i'll leave it all at that, as i just wanted to record this for myself and whoever actually clicked the lj-cut to read past the primary warning, and i'm sure that as the time passes i'll have much more to write about michael and myself.
my mom has this uncanny ability to be right, all the time, no fail.
she also has a wonderful ability to hold back in telling me "i told you so!" whenever i re-recognize the fact for the billionth time. i mean, sure, she does get some satisfaction and lets me know that she does whenever i call her up and tell her that she, once again, proved me wrong; i can be such a horrible skeptic and cynic at times. all of her somewhat-psychic abilities are encompassed in something she refers to as "mommy magic." not once has it ever failed me and i hope, one day when i have kids, i'll possess this gift, too. with this short description and explanation of how my mom is always right, i'll tell you now that this is all concerning michael. now i'll be truthful with you, and as i feel like if you've read this much thus far, you deserve the truth -- this will all sound crazy to you, the outside reader, but i assure you that it is all oh-so-characteristically-elizabeth (at least the unhappiness in the first part is, the happiness described in the second part is pretty uncharacteristic). i was convinced, after a string of horribly-failing-and-stupid-and-senseless-and-pretty-much-disasterous relationships that i was going to be alone for the remainder of my life. i'd really given it some thought: mary washington was fresh out, grad school was sure to be dry also, friends couldn't think of anyone that i'd like, little to no interests outside of these environments and i'm horrible at striking up conversation with strangers. i'd told my mom about all of this and she just laughed at me, but in a totally nice, caring way. she told me when i least expected it all to happen, it would. i doubted her as i always do when i'm feeling down about myself and have convinced myself that things are going to turn out a certain way (i told you this would all be so characteristically elizabeth, right?). i pondered what she said and though i doubted it all because of my track record and the dismal situation i had developed for myself in my mind, i hoped that i was wrong, as i usually am when she gives me advice. so time passed, i watched all my friends be so happy and enjoying companionship; though i thought i'd been as happy as they all are before, in retrospect i truly don't think i ever was. this fact depressed me even more, sinking me deeper into my imagined world of the now lifelong and planned lonliness, celibacy, and old-maid-hood. i'd really started convincing myself that maybe life was better without a relationship because in my experience, a relationship usually just means a lot of worrying/frustration/embarassment/etcetc. i mean, seriously, maybe i'd be better off; more time to watch arrested development, anyway. i was still hoping my mom was right, though. so to cut to the chase, BAM, my mom proved me wrong. i re-met (for the unknowing reader, i've known michael for three years but we kept -- at best -- sporadic contact since he graduated) a wonderful boy who, as i came to find out, was convinced of the same things i had been convinced of, had heard the "it'll happen when you least expect it" and appreciated the fact that i am interested in things like dinosaurs and em-dashes. over the course of hours, we went from friendly internet stalking each other to completely smitten. and things have only gotten better from there. i realize what all this "being in love" hype is really all about. and i also realize that this, what i'm feeling right now, is how it's supposed to be. it's not all supposed to be a burden, but it's supposed to be something that gets better with each passing day and with each moment spent with the other. it's been close to a month now and i can really, truly say that i have never been a) happier (even my family says they don't remember seeing me this happy ever) and b) that i've never felt this way about anyone. things are different this time, i can feel it. maybe i'm jumping the gun you say? nah, if you knew him and read his journal, too, you'd know he's feeling the same. i'll leave it all at that, as i just wanted to record this for myself and whoever actually clicked the lj-cut to read past the primary warning, and i'm sure that as the time passes i'll have much more to write about michael and myself.