Random Thoughts

I feel like I should save up a few days of these before I post them. So Random thoughts for the week.

The idea of ever being fully in love with someone again scares me.  Especially if that love comes with cohabitation.

The idea of having the enjoyment of coming home to someone that just feels like home makes me feel so HAPPY.  I get that this is a huge contradiction 


Dating is 100% weird.  I will have fun on a date but totally know that guy is not the one for me pretty quickly.  So do you keep dating them?  Or do you move on? 


If you start getting the ICK for a guy is it because your really over him or is it because it’s getting too serious?


It’s good to keep promises but it’s also good to go with your gut.  If those things conflict, go with the gut.


Men are just as insecure as women; they just show it in much different ways.


Dopamine is a BITCH of a drug.



Ok stay with me for this last one it makes sense in my head but I might be crazy.

Love is like comforting warm water.  Sometimes the water takes a month to get warm, sometimes the water warms slowly over a much longer period…   But both feel fabulous.   We won’t go into the next bit where my brain starts asking “How do we keep the water warm?”  “What if the water is not in fact warm love water  but scalding hot mistake water?”    “What if someone just yanks the drain cord?” 

**OK that’s a good pause point.  This was actually 2 weeks of ideas that came to my crazy mind that felt worthy of writing down**

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