Commitments

I was rude to you before, I’m sorry. I understand what you’re trying to say. You're the pig, you are committed, and we broke up, and I’ve been waiting to hear this from you for how long, and you wait until now to say it to me, after we've broken up? I'm out of my element now, I break bones for a living, I used to live in the basement. Most days I wear last night’s eyeliner to work, I don’t give a crap what other people think about me. Because I am, I’m happily independent, successful woman, and I like things that way. Only when you say stuff like this, it just makes things too hard, so please, don’t chase me anymore, unless you're ready to catch me.

And we may be surprised by the commitments we are wiling to let slip out of our grasp. Commitments, are complicated.

We may be surprised by the commitments we are willing to make. True commitment takes effort. And sacrifice. Which is why, sometimes, we have to learn the hard way, to choose our commitments very carefully.

A quote from this week's episode of Grey's Anatomy.

I'm running out of time now, so i havent had time to finish this post. If you can guess why i've put this up, what i'm trying to say, or how i feel about commitments, put it in the comments. I'll finish it next week if its still relevant. And yes , this blog is a commitment, which is why i've been unwilling to change the address.

It would be nice to have someone blog and write how they feel for a change. Be back in camp in another eight hours or so. God bless you all. Take care.

P.S. i spent my first book out at home, didnt feel like going out, so if i pull my dissappearing act on you, i'm sorry. I think i need some me time for awhile.