Bandaged and sore she regrettably said no again for the third time this month post-op. A thousand dollars sat stuffed into a drawer that will only open once more for Goodwill if she can stomach the idea of contributing second hand underwear. His favorite brew turned Brutus according to an add riddled article claimed he may be in need of her recent hand-me-downs lest he begin selecting a diet option. Apparently autodrafting an LA Fitness holiday rate each month buys nothing but excuses and the "work" his jacked associate ordered, proved useless when faced with an impatient beer drinker.
From physical to spiritual and every gradient between, a change that is possible is most certainly prompted by the dating market. Women seem inclined to doctor their bodies while men carve car payments from modest wallets. Confronted with consistent failure by following the standards set by Saved by the Bell, we can't help but look to the God-given curses our parents spent years spinning as desireable attributes, for blame. A mis-representative nose or a passionately defended affinity for the arts may land us in bullshit categories only ethics prompt us to defend. But in the dark corner of desperate distancing we pray to be identified as the very thing we seek to change and loved in that very spot.
So why do some seek a doctorate in dietary trends when their crush turns out vegan? Or still others pursue a masters in mountaineering because John Muir hangs framed above the family fireplace? What makes us think that what we've invested a half-life into can't be worth backing because small people want immediate results? Sure, anyone can become a Seahawks fan overnight or claim to enjoy Halo because apparently video games are cool now, but no one worth loving wants a reflection in a mirror dimly. Who you are now is worth loving and change delays connection, don't be fooled.
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