this weekend i truly see why my therapist says that being social is key to getting my mental health back on track. i have been feeling really down and upset that i havent been spending much time with my friends and people i really like due to many circumstances. i was sad and angry about it a lot. i just stopped talking to people and facebook kept my anger going because it showed me those friends have been out and about. i now seems really petty but it affected me. so with that in mind i made it a point to talk to as many other people as possible and make plans to get out of the house. i got sick and then had a few plans fall through but one still held up. i fought through the illness and did my best to stay positive to ensure that atleast my Saturday plans went through. its strange to me as a writer that i dont want to write about such a positive experience..i had such a good time talking and dancing and just being out with people that i didnt even really now to then have the great experience of old friends showing up at the party and catching up on years of missed time. it elevated a lot of the stress and anger i was feeling towards my friends which i believe now is mostly anger at myself for not being in a position where i can go out and enjoy myself on a regular basis i am glad i was able to go out and make a new memory. i need to do more of that.
They hadn’t seen each other in months. He thought this would be the perfect time. Her work took her around the world, his work kept him at home but it was ok. they spoke to each other almost every night, even with the time difference, they made sure to message or video chat with each other. when she arrived home it the house was dimly lit with the 50 or so candles that he had carefully placed to make sure it was the perfect mood, she looked perfect by candle light. It was all hugs and kisses and thank you’s and i missed you. He had prepared her favorite meal but dinner was oddly quiet. He asked was she feeling alright and she said yes so he got up from the table, played the song they had first dance to and asked would she care to dance. She said yes.
As they danced he felt that embraced he had missed so much, smelled the perfume that made him smile and knew this was a feeling that he wanted for the rest of his life. She pulled him closer to her and placed her arms around his neck and whispered “I want you inside of me.” He squeezed her tighter and said “what else do you want from me?” She said ” I want you to love me forever.” He moved his hand from the small of her back to reach into his left pants pocket to pull out a box when she stopped him and put his arm back around her. Then she stood on her toes and brought his ear closer to her lips, she whispered “will you marry me?” He said “Yes.”
everyone needs an artistic outlet. if you are working in the arts you especially need an artistic outlet! having a few conversations with my friends in the arts and other fields have all come t realize that without some form of artistic expression that they don’t make money off of that they would go crazy!!! just something to express themselves without being judged. so being a chicagoan i was just wondering since we have destroyed some many art programs in school and the government funded ones. is that a direct correlation to the rise in violent crimes being done by kids in the city?