I was sitting at my desk (on Thursday, Sept 20), not on a train when I had this epiphany:
I don’t know ‘crap’ about Love.
And neither do you, or the rest of the blogosphere that claims to. You should probably stop reading this blog if your waiting for some magic formula or think that I could possibly have the answer.
You know what I do know: TWO PEOPLE DECIDE TO COMMIT AND FIGURE THE S**T OUT, as they go along.
Nothings’ perfect, actually if you think there is a perfect relationship, perfect love, perfect experience..then stay single: FOREVER.
Because there isn’t.
There are two free spirits, at-will choosing to go on the most awesome ride of their lives together.
It will hurt, it will be confusing, it will be a lot of EFFFF-UP shish that I can’t even begin to explain.
But at the end of the day and end of the night, if you love him/her and can’t imagine life without the person get on the dang horse and ride IT till it dies or you or etc.
That is the only thing I know about love. If you are in love, here is my tip:
Good the Fuck, The Luck. (that is not a typo)
Note: Train journals is literally that, my morning thoughts before I start my day. The post maybe grammatically incorrect, and literally not make any sense but it’s a free-writing zone and the only time I don’t edit myself on this blog. The posts are to be taken… however it feels for you. If you happen to derive some useful information, rock on!