KristyHall has heard me ramble over this fact a time or two, but I figure my observations should be shared since I'm really tired and I just saw a moth crash into the light fixture over my head once again. I love to write. I enjoy coming up with a clever turn-of-phrase and giggle over how witty I am for a few moments while everyone rolls their eyes...okay, I don't really think I'm that witty but I still enjoy writing and making the occasional person roll their eyes. Anyway! I've been trying like the dickens to write something romantic for the last several months. I'm rather hopelessly in love with my boyfriend, which is a big deal to me considering my rather bitter history with the concept and the fact I've been with him 3 years and I'm still pretty nuts about him. It kind of freaks me out, but I think that's a good thing because it makes me think about what's important to me. So, while I am stubbornly sitting staring at my notebook, willing myself to channel some sort of brilliant inspiration that will allow me to proclaim my love in an original way, a moth crashes into the fluorescent light over my head. It doesn't do it just once...no, just like the little engine that could, it thinks it can reach that light it so desperately is beating its brains out for. I know, based on my experience, however, that it'll keep going until it is an ashy little corpse on the intake office floor that I have to sweep up before the next shift starts. It keeps trying though. No matter how futile it's efforts are, it'll keep trying to reach that bright warmth that it desires. I think it's wiser to not get swept away by romance though. I think that one of the hardest lessons I had to learn in my life is it's best not to be consumed by love and forget that there is a world to explore outside the light or that I am an individual outside that light as well. I know that to love you have to risk your heart, but I don't think it should be at the risk of being consume by the flames if that light should become something more sinister and burn you...so yeah, the moth may be more romantic, but I'll live longer and happier knowing that I'm not going to be so entranced that I'll end up being swept into a dark dustbin later on. Is it obvious I think too much about this and should I be worried that I'm comparing my romantic inclinations to that of an insect that's killing itself? ....Nah.