and dried off as quick as possible. Bryan and I headed home, listening to more music that I was unfamiliar with. With the windows down and the full moon shining, we bopped along to the beat, sighing heavily into the abyss of dark road. "It smells like honeysuckle," I remarked. "I love it," was the quiet response I got from the driver's seat. There it was, the exact moment when summer began.
Last night was another eventful evening at Scott's. We were joined by more company, Sarah Jane and Michael, as well as Bryan. Later on in the evening Scott's new boyfriend Andy showed up, and was a total sweetheart. It was pretty laid back, but with more company comes more on my mind. Amongst a few things that didn't particularly make me happy last night, Michael told me he was thinking about getting his tongue pierced. I loathe tongue piercings - I think they are trashy and stupid and are more harmful to your body than an expression of art. I thought Michael was kidding, so I naturally said "seriously?" with a chuckle. When I realized that he wasn't, and that he already made the plans to get it done, I was immediately bothered by it. Knowing that I wouldn't be able to change his mind, I let it go. He had brushed it off, as would I. But I was so extremely bothered by it that I couldn't let it go. I made myself sick over it, tying my stomach up in knots with "what if" scenarios. I tried to have fun while I was swimming, but my mind would wander, and then I would realize that I had missed the last three minutes of Bryan's story, so I would idly laugh at a funny comment.
When I got home I asked Michael if he was serious, to which he replied "Yes, why?" I told him of my strong feelings on the issue, and he again brushed me off by thanking me for my opinion but making the generic statement "it's my body and I'll do as I so choose." For the rest of the night it tore me up. I stayed up later than expected, just tossing and turning. I couldn't figure out why this was putting me in such a state of mental unrest.
This morning I woke up to a text message from Michael, wanting me to further explain my opinion on the situation. After a few minutes, I tried to sum it all up in a text message, which yielded no response. I went about the rest of my day - talking to a friend overseas on Skype, working on laundry, and running errands with my mother.
Last night was another eventful evening at Scott's. We were joined by more company, Sarah Jane and Michael, as well as Bryan. Later on in the evening Scott's new boyfriend Andy showed up, and was a total sweetheart. It was pretty laid back, but with more company comes more on my mind. Amongst a few things that didn't particularly make me happy last night, Michael told me he was thinking about getting his tongue pierced. I loathe tongue piercings - I think they are trashy and stupid and are more harmful to your body than an expression of art. I thought Michael was kidding, so I naturally said "seriously?" with a chuckle. When I realized that he wasn't, and that he already made the plans to get it done, I was immediately bothered by it. Knowing that I wouldn't be able to change his mind, I let it go. He had brushed it off, as would I. But I was so extremely bothered by it that I couldn't let it go. I made myself sick over it, tying my stomach up in knots with "what if" scenarios. I tried to have fun while I was swimming, but my mind would wander, and then I would realize that I had missed the last three minutes of Bryan's story, so I would idly laugh at a funny comment.
When I got home I asked Michael if he was serious, to which he replied "Yes, why?" I told him of my strong feelings on the issue, and he again brushed me off by thanking me for my opinion but making the generic statement "it's my body and I'll do as I so choose." For the rest of the night it tore me up. I stayed up later than expected, just tossing and turning. I couldn't figure out why this was putting me in such a state of mental unrest.
This morning I woke up to a text message from Michael, wanting me to further explain my opinion on the situation. After a few minutes, I tried to sum it all up in a text message, which yielded no response. I went about the rest of my day - talking to a friend overseas on Skype, working on laundry, and running errands with my mother.
