I can never seem to find anything to place in this space that fits quite right. The person who can fit all that they are in the “about me†space isn’t someone I want to meet. Who am I? Who am I really? I’m a person who drinks too much, and gets into trouble at parties because he’s too loud. I’m a person who tends to share more than he should in a conversation because he gets nervous and doesn’t know when to shut up. I’m a person who worries endlessly about his friends and family, to the point of madness. I’m a person who falls in love with all his friends to one extent or another. I’m a person who wants sit down with a good book and a glass of wine and get lost for a while. I’m a person who dreams of teaching and writing. I’m a person who is scared to remember yesterday, scared to live today, and scared of what’s coming tomorrow. I’m a person who wants desperately to fall in love. I’m a person who regrets ever having fallen in love. I’m a person who wants to run away and build a new life. I’m a person who misses what he had.
Now that you know who I am, let me raise a glass. To days spent drinking in a crowded living room, to night’s drinking rum from a plastic jug, to laughter filled offices, to notes passed during too long meetings, to Amy quotes of the day, to chasing each other around a store, to talking endlessly on the phone without words, to driving aimlessly just to be together, to comfortable insanity, to the love of brohiem, to not knowing what was coming, to coming to terms with the way things played. To the friends I had, to those I loved, to the friends I have, to those I hold dear. To the people who hurt me, to the people that held me, to the people to come. My brothers, my sisters, my sons, my daughters. I’ve learned to trust, I’ve learned to love, I’ve learned to be wary, I’ve learned to fear. You will always hold a place in my heart. I will always look back to see the smiles, I will try to forget the tears.
“It’s a city of light and song. The wind’s notes shimmering amidst spires of crystal light. The streets are soft, the lakes full, and the parks lush. It’s a city of peace and love. The people are kind, the defenders just, and the leaders wise. It’s a land of possibilities and wonder. The lessons true, the experiences vast, and the adventures things of legend. This city in my mind, this world of imaginings, this is what drives me. A city whose name sings amidst my dreams. The city of Sallensmae.â€
If you want to chat, my AIM is JoshBlakeThing, so feel free to hit me up.