Run, Baby, Run

Run baby run
don't ever look back
they'll tear us apart
if you give them the chance
don't sell your heart,
don't say we're not meant to be
run baby run,
forever will be
you and me...
--We The Kings, "Check Yes Juliet"

Yes, I want to run away with you.  Go to Montana.  Seattle.  Alaska.  Boston. Anywhere you wanna go, really, babe.  Let's just go, get out of here.

I mean, if I get to spend forever talking to you, singing to you, then yes, let's go.  I want to hold your hand as we walk across the street, the stream, whatever.

We can climb mountains, sleep under the stars, bask in the romance of each new sun.

Yes, I want to run away with you.  Fly from this life, and start our own life.  You and me, me and you.  Us.

I mean, if we get to kiss each other good night, then snuggle until we fall asleep, let's go.  I want to hold you as we look up at the moon, watch the sunrise, the sunset, whatever.

We can sail oceans, run the raging rapids, live off the land.

Together.

And that's my week in a Nutshell,,
Hop

For "The Girl"

   
I wish I 
could do better by 
you 
'cause it's what you deserve. 
You sacrifice 
so much of your life 
in order 
for this to work. 
--City and Colour, "The Girl"

Dear Girl,


Why do you take up so much of my time?  Why am I constantly thinking about you, and wanting to text you so I can wait (impatiently) for your response only to text you again (immediately) and wait again (impatiently) for your response?  


Sure, you have great taste in music (and men), but the fact that you like the music I like...is that reason enough to be thinking about you all the time?  I admit, I enjoy the time I spend with you.  I have yet to walk away from you feeling sad, neglected, unwanted, rejected, or like the past few hours we've shared have been boring or a complete waste of time.  If anything, I feel the opposite.


And yet, I must say (and in saying so, I am only stating the obvious), that this thing we have won't go anywhere...good.  Sure, it will seem good, even great, at the beginning, what with the romance and all, the little poems, the tender touches, the laughs.  But then what?  When life, or better yet, reality, comes crashing through, like a car driven by a drunk teenager crashes through the living room where we sit in the dark holding hands and watching that movie we wanted to see together, then what?


So, I sit thinking.  Trying to decide.  Do I want to walk away now, unscathed, or do I want the crash, the risk of serious injury?


I will think some more...

So, it's been two weeks since I last posted.  Life is keeping me busy with my full-time job and my six graduate credits, and my efforts not to go insane.

I had my National Guard drill last weekend. It was a fun experience. I looked forward to this training for a month--ever since my First Sergeant told me we were to be tasered and pepper sprayed.  These are two trainings I think every person should experience, though I wouldn't wish those experiences on anyone.  I mean, I stepped forward willingly, eager to set an example, but more importantly, eager to get the bejeezus shocked out of me.  Though the current only runs for 5 seconds, it's a miserable 5 seconds of 1200 volts of electricity pulsing through your body and completely disrupting your nervous system.

 

I wish I had the video of the pepper spray course.  That, I think, you might find more entertaining.  Two minutes of me running around with my eyes burning, trying to subdue "rioters", culminating in me drawing my pistol, telling the person to get down, and handcuffing them, after which I am rushed over to the decontamination area.  I think I used half a bottle of baby shampoo just to wash the pepper from my delicate eyes.  I had to be sure that when I went home to take a shower, the water wouldn't reactivate the pepper and start to burn again.

And, as you can tell from the letter at the beginning, I've had a lot on my mind.  Not really, a lot, just one thing on my mind a lot...

Soon, it will be the weekend before Halloween, and soon I will be in Utah to see my sisters and their new babies, and my mom, who will be in town from Moscow, Russia, where she now lives with my dad.

And that's my two weeks in a Nutshell,
Hop

Super, man

With every kiss
your beauty trumps my doubt.
And my head told my heart
"Let love grow."
But my heart, told my head,
"This time no, this time no."
--Mumford and Sons, "Winter Winds"

It's getting just a little chilly in the mornings. Which is good, I think. It allows me to wear my jacket when I ride to work. My leather riding jacket does two things.

First, it increases my cool factor. Since the 1950's, blue jeans and black leather jackets have been the epitome of cool. Showing up on a motorcycle certainly helps too.

Second, my riding jacket makes me feel invincible--which also, in a way, increases my cool factor. The internal protective shields, and the way the jacket protects me from the wind makes me feel like I am impervious to not only physical harm, but emotional and social harm as well. It's similar to the effect the yellow light of the sun has on Superman. And the marked difference in confidence (I imagine) is a total magnet for... good things.

It's been a busy week, as I believe all of the next 11 weeks will be. Working full-time, and taking two graduate literature courses in addition to the National Guard and my personal fitness program fills every waking hour, it seems. I rarely have the time, or make the time to go out and socialize with friends. However, last night I did go see a movie featuring Hugh Jackman and robot boxing. Very cheesy, yet inspiring, in a strange fighting sort of way. I left the theater wanting to take a swing at someone. (It's a good thing I wasn't wearing my riding jacket at the time.) I'm not sure the young woman who accompanied me felt the same way, but at least she got to look at Hugh Jackman for two hours. That may actually have been the best part of her night, but then, she hasn't seen me in my riding jacket yet. (Wink and a nod.)

And that's my invincible week in a Nutshell,
Hop