Life Suddenly Makes Sense

I have spent my life thinking that I’m different, unique, weird… utterly fucked up… and I am sure you would agree with, and resemble, that assertion. So much of that time was spent dwelling on the fact, dissecting the essence, in order to understand me. I like to think I did a pretty good job of figuring me out. I’ve moved a lot, I’ve bought a lot of stuff, I’ve sold most of it, and I’ve found many answers at the bottom of an assortment of libations. None of that analysis or preparation readied me for the gut check and resounding lesson that has come with dating GF (the girlfriend). I’m sure that reads with a negative connotation, but I assure that is not the case…

Nothing in the world prepares you for the moment you meet the someone who is your kind of different, equally unique, perfectly weird… harmoniously fucked up. Life suddenly makes sense. This person, your person, gets you and… it’s beautiful. My person is as capable of making me laugh, as she is stealing my breath or attention. She is pure captivation. It’s enough to bring the most alpha (and omega) of men to his knees and any man who disagrees with that statement has yet to revel in the wonderment that is his person.