A commentary on the relationships between men and women
Hope is such a beautiful thing. I don’t think I’ve felt as happy as when I really really wanted something, hoped for it, prayed in my mind for it, and it actually did come true. It’s an insane feeling: it’s like your blood gets filled with bubbles and your head gets light and you’re more happy than you’ve ever been before. It’s a pretty intense experience. I hadn’t felt this gushy feeling in a really really really long time. Because, here’s what happened early on in my life: I had my hopes up. Maybe there was an implicit expectation within the hope. At some point, things played out and I was disappointed every time the world couldn’t meet my expectations, which it rarely did. That hurt a lot. It’s a type of pain nobody can really help with, because the problems stems from having any expectation at all from the world. There wasn’t any type of closure I could get. So I patched up that hole and took a different path. To be fair, I bet a lot of guys are used to doing this. This all happene