Relationships are like rocks.
You know those nice summer days when youre standing on the edge of the water, doing whatever? The water stretches out in front of you, open to all possibilities, your mind flares with recent events, thoughts of girls, boys, fights, and fun; just passing time with someone you like. What happens next is inevitable, maybe its boys trying to show off how many they can get, maybe its a method of choosing, like playing "she loves me, she loves me not" with a flower, whatever the reason everyone ends up skipping rocks. Anyone can tell a good skipping rock when they see one, just like everyone knows who they like, and why. The signs are simple enough, smooth, thin, nice soft edges, fitting nicely with the curves of your fingers, perfect for bouncing of the water again and again. These are the rocks we look for, but finding one is like finding a diamond in the rough. Just like no one ever thinks theyll find someone who fits them perfectly. With an array of rocks at your feet you scan and scan searching for the one; when you find it, however, its never quite like it seems. Sure things start off well, this rock may have curves like you swear youve never seen before, and edges so soft you never really want to let it go, it slips into the palm of your hand begging, pleading to be thrown; and then it just plops in the water with nothing but a splash of disappointment. Out of desperation, out of frustration, or maybe because theres just no good ones left, you pick up some some awkward jagged rock, with edges that cut, a shape that hurts your hand, a weight that says "theres no way this is bouncing off anything", an overall look that says, "dont fuck with me, Im what a real rock looks like." And then you throw it, and bam, bam, bam, bam, bam, it skips like 400 times. "How the hell did that work?" is all that runs through your head, youve just set a world record skip, you think, will anyone ever find a rock that skipped so well ever again? Will the water eat away at that rock so that if you leave it down there alone, by the time it made its way back it would be fragile and broken, with a look that wants nothing to do with you? Relationships are like rocks.
4 comments:
loved this blog. I can see why the picture reminded you of it. I was wondering in the beginning how you were going to tie it all together, but you did it. and it works, completely. you are a writer.
I told you I was going to steal that picture.
as much as i dont mind looking at brianna everyday, you going to write anything else?
oh, and not that you have anything terribly private in there, but your photobucket album is public, fyi.
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