05.03.09

What I learned from Max Keeble

Posted in Love, Uncategorized tagged , , , , , , , , , , , , , at 11:10 am by mmbanana

Who would have thought that a children’s film could actually offer some sort of real insight into life! “Not I”, said the cat.

Anyway. The film was mostly terrible, however, the kid playing Max is a great actor for his age. Major kudos for him. At any rate, the movie was on mute most of the time as I was deliberating between texts with “Someone” and then X texting me and accusing me of ignoring him. Ugh. So, in the movie, after the food fight, Max is running away from the principal and runs into the Janitors room. He apologizes for starting the food fight and the janitor replies with the following:

“Any kid can make a mess, but it takes a man to clean it up.”

Wow. I mean, wow. Am I the only one who was moved by this? It takes a man to clean it up.. SO TRUE. At that moment, I had an epiphany: men are able to realize their mistakes, be accountable for their actions and then proceed to do the right thing. Kids or boys can only get themselves into messes.

How this applies to my situation: “Someone” is younger than I am and clearly gets himself into messes, inadvertently. He likes 5 girls but is only talking to two of them. But based on recent events, he may like 6 girls.

Whatever. I found it highly amusing that Max Keeble applies to real life and I realized that “Someone” is not as mature as I first thought.

More detail to follow when we “hang out”, possibly, tonight.

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We “hung out” tonight.  This meaning that he comes over, we kiss, snuggle and watch Spider-Man 3, dish about Friday, etc.  But, he still did not mention “Sister” and their conversation.  When I inquired about his ex, he said that he talked to her last night and when I asked why I was the ONLY one who did not receive a phone call he responds with “I forgot.”  I absolutely LOATHE variable answers.  What the fuck do you MEAN you forgot?  Seriously?  I tried to confront the issue last night but it failed and I am honestly debating whether or not its worth mentioning with only a few weeks left.  There are far more important things to occupy my mind (such as my blog for the kiddies, summer job, etc) but it would be a lie if I said I am dreading Monday if for no other reason than I will see THEM.  I feel like it will be horrible.

Choice A: ride it out and endure the situation for three weeks.  Privileges include: being of significance.

Choice B: Confront it and let everything fizzle while allowing other girls to possibly take my place.  NEVER THAT.

I’m leaning towards choice A although with some reservations.  It will keep me more sane.

What “Someone” will learn:  He is a kid.  When he becomes a man, he will learn to clean up and prevent messes from happening.

04.30.09

Degrassi

Posted in Love, boys, men, relationships tagged , , , , , , , , , at 9:01 pm by mmbanana

I am convinced that my life has degenerated into a bad episode of Degrassi. I am involved with “Someone” and “Sister” has a crush on him; however, is everyone is unaware of our relationship which, as of now, is a little strange. He no longer leaves cute status messages (or any status message at all, for that matter), yet continues to ‘flirt’. News: had a discussion about his ex the other day which he conveys that he still has some feelings for. Seriously? What is that? To top it all off, “Sister” is fed up with the friendly flirting he is seems to be showing her and has decided to confront him about the matter. COULD IT GET ANY WORSE. “What if..” it seems to be the guiding question in my life.. “What if” he says he likes her? What if he doesn’t? What if it changes how he and I interact? What if they begin to have regular phone conversations like we do? UGH. Now I have to ask myself: why did I even get involved? Answer: because it felt right.

But feelings can be wrong.

In addition (just to keep piling on the shit) my ex calls me out of the blue!!! And now we are talking as if nothing ever happened! As a matter of fact, he is on speaker typing something while I am writing this entry. klasjdlaksjdlakjskalsjdlaksjdalkjdajlksdfjlskjg

Someone shoot me now and send a real man my way.