2/24/01 - I love stereotypes. I mean it. For some reason, I enjoy being classified. I strive to be put into a certain category or group. For some reason, it appeals to me. I think the greatest thing for me is that moment I know someone truly is surprised by me. That's my reason. I love that one fleeting second where I catch someone off gaurd. Where they don't quite know what to make of me. Let's take inventory, shall we? I'm in the military. I have tattoos. I drive a lifted truck. I'm single, and most people don't like me right off. There's the basics. Now, let's see...
That would make me an insecure male with short hair who is ill-educated and has a problem making friends. That's the conclusions you draw from that description of me, whether you will admit it or not. I like that. I know that for those of you who don't know me, or just know me as an aquaintance, someday you will find out I'm not what you think. On some level, it's the same reason I always root for the underdog in sports. I'll leave that one for the people who study people, though.
Of course, there's a reverse to the coin and that's when I get my actions classified. There's a specific arena for this that bothers me. That, of course, is dating. Or friendship. There is no specific line, you see. There is for everyone, but of course they all differ. For some it's the first kiss, for some it's the first "I love you" that falls from the lips. For others it's just a matter of how much time is spent together. For me, it just is. I'll go off a bit on me, then tell you what brought this about. My belief is simple. Love doesn't need words or actions to truly be love. Love is something that should transcend a certain action or play of words. To try and quantify the matters of the heart is like trying to fit a square peg into a round hole. You can do it, but the fit is never ever right, no matter how close. I just make sure that what I say I mean. You'll never catch me using the word "love" unless I mean it. Think about how much sacrifice you have to make in order for that one little bundle of four letters to mean something. I know that's not just me, either. I could go off for a while on that, but just look at my page from the fifteenth, you'll hear all about it.
So now you're wondering why this little thing has got me worked up enough to write about it. If you aren't stupid then you can figure out the specifics of this, but I'll be vague for the sake of arguement. One of my close personal friends was talking with a friend of hers. Her friend happened to mention me in the context of boyfriend. Well, they got into this big discussion about why she thought so and my friend did not. Apparently her friend thinks that due to the amount of time we spend together, we are automatically on the "couple" list. My friend, of course, as well as me, have no such thoughts. I made sure that she knows the seriousness of my distinction, and that I refuse to get into a relationship now. The whole fact I'll be uprooting and moving East a couple thousand miles makes anything serious next to impossible. I'm quickly losing that arguement, though. Never mind, strike that. Another time, maybe.
Needless to say I take everything with a grain of salt. If one part of my life is going to be classified, then why shouldn't another? I let it go, but I just thought it in my interests to write it down. Now you have something to think about. Where does your line fall, I wonder? Just curious. I've got to get some sleep right now. First, though, I've got to tell the intelligent people that live in my hallway that they need to put the radio they have blaring up their own ass.
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