Reality

A little bit ago my good friend Blake wrote a blog post about expectations vs. reality. He referenced the following clip:

Expectations vs Reality from sleeptalker on Vimeo.

A of all, it's the best part of the movie. B of all, why the heck do I do this to myself?

I think that it's important to note here that I'm in a decent state of mind (this is not some depressed low that I'm going off on) and that I have had a pretty great day, hanging out with Rochelle and her family. Now, continuing on.

There's this boy. And two years ago we went on a few dates and I really liked him. And I mean really, really liked him. A lot. And I had all these hopes and expectations (for me, the two kind of go hand in hand). Now, two years later after nothing happened and I... seem to have never gotten over him. And then we ran into each other a week ago and it wasn't the awkward situation I had pictured. But since then I've been going on with this hope that maybe, just maybe, there was a chance. Like after two years he would have realized that I am freaking awesome. But the reality of the situation is that he didn't want me two years ago and he most likely doesn't want me now. See what I did there? "Most likely." Like I'm giving myself a bit of room for the hope still.

Note to self: He doesn't want me now.

Now let's move on. Let's realize that he's a freaking awesome person who I would like to get to know better and who could maybe one day be a good friend. But where it stands right now I probably like the idea of him more than I do the actual him. Let's put it aside and move on.

Now that that's been addressed I feel like I can freely say that it is really hot in my apartment. Like at least 10 degrees hotter than it is outside at all times. The end.