If You Want Me, Just Say So.

Two incredibly strange things have happened to me in the last 48 hours. The first was the fact that I did something I've never done before. I wrote down a recipe out of a magazine for a cookie that I fully plan on baking tomorrow or the next day. The second was that I got yelled at, apologized to, and heavily confessed to by the same person all in about an hour.

Strange things have been happening around here lately. It seems as though just when I thought I knew myself, something really retarded happens and makes me feel inadequate, AGAIN. Makes me feel stupid and insecure and naive, AGAIN. Gives me a little hope and a really real smile and a brand new inspiration to write about something other than the fact that failure plagues me, only to let me down, AGAIN. And then here you are, whoever you are, telling me these crazy things and making me wonder what-if and what's-going-on and what-the-hell. But if there's one thing I've learned this year it's that you can't trust anybody's words, speech is the easiest tool of communication. It is skewed easily, transmitted simply, exchanged fluidly. Action, on the other hand, is a whole different ballgame. So when somebody tells you that you have absolutely nothing to be nervous about, be nervous, be very nervous. And then run as far away as humanly possible from them.