Okay, let's get a few things straight. I know I have only what, three followers on this blog? And I kind of suck about keeping it up. But I really enjoy writing. I really do. For a long time, I knew I was going to write. Or so, I thought I was. But eventually my career path wasn't about what I wanted to do anymore, it was about what I could do. At the college I attend, they didn't have the major I wanted so I was going to settle. Writing has always, always been what I've wanted to do. Even when I was a little kid. Even when this kid in my creative writing class who was supposed to be my friend told me I wasn't creative enough. (He was an asshole.) Even when my friends would write beautiful things, and I felt like shit because my writing wasn't anywhere near as good as theirs.
But writing was in my blood, it was a part of who I was. Still is, I think.
So then my career path just transformed into what I could do with an English degree that would be easy and allow me to live a simple life.
I forgot about writing.
Isn't that sad? So now, I've chosen something that I know I won't forget about. I'm changing my degree to Biology, and then I'm going to Vet School, and I finally feel like this is right.
Okay, on to topic number deux.
Love.
Let's get one thing straight here. Love, real true love, has nothing to do with how a person looks. That is the cold hard facts people. Really. I know this with every fiber in my being.
Love is about who the person is.
