I am happily taken now, but I wrote the long thing below this while I was still pining after the girl who is now my girlfriend
I am sure you will be able to pick out the things that I feel a bit differently about, it's not that they are not still true, I just have something and someone more important to care about^_^ Hmmm, there really isn't a lot to say. I am an old man trapped in a youth's body, I am already getting grey hairs (on my chin and on my head, like wtf is up with that eh) There are different sides of me. I don't like being a mean person, and I am as civil as humanly possible to almost everyone who hasn't commited some atrocity to me. I am 5'10" or 5'11" when I was last measured in P.E, I am going into grade twelve, I am smart but accademicaly lazy, I like almost all types of music, though I listen to country the most. I don't smoke, drink, or do drugs of any type. I don't completely bash people who do, but, I tend to view smoking and doing drugs as a weakness and I really don't care if you disagree. I realised something. I have so few real friends, and no luck in love, and it's all because of who I am. See, people like to talk to me because I always have a funny story to tell, and when people need someone to talk to, I am always here despite how little I know them. It's weird, I am the kind of friend a person would like to have, except that nobody really gets to know me. I am so busy amusing people, or making them smile through tears, that they tend to forget I might have my own problems, or that perhaps I would like to be included in the stupid little things real friends do. Sometimes I feel honoured that people trust me with their problems, and I love being the entertainment, but it's all I really am. I don't get invited to go to the movies, or to just come over and hang out. I am like a medical pack I guess, people just put me on the shelf until they have a wound that needs patched, or perhaps I am like an old board game, not the main entertainment at any party, but if things are slow I am brought out for some laughs. Problem with me is that I am a novelty. People come to me for help, or for laughs, using me whenever they need me, but pretty soon their problems are mended and I run out of funny stories and my witt becomes more of an annoyance than an amusement, and because I was never really a friend, I sort of fade out once my novelty wears off. I know I will probably never find true love or real friendship, because sooner or later I always run out of stories and always fade away. I am not sure what profession I want to do after I graduate this year, but I have a stupid dream of traveling, going somewhere in Europe, or Ireland, and travel from place to place, staying in hostels and working oddjobs for food money. I want to be able to go somewhere, and stay just long enough to meet a few of the locals, make some money and buy supplies then leave, that way I would never be in one place long enough to run out of stories. I cannot help but wonder what it would feel like to leave rather than just fade away. I do not know where I got this notion, but I have it stuck in my head that perhaps if I travel long enough, I might be able to get new stories, stories of my travels, and with enough of them, eventually perhaps I can find somewhere to settle down, and because of my traveling, I will never run out of storries, and I will never have to fade away again.
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Ok, so this is my evergrowing wall of wisdom, every once in a while I will add a new wise thought that I have come up with on my own.
This is a revision, the evergrowing wall of wisdom has been moved to my blog, and is the only thing ocupying the blog page, so feel free to take a look. The only thing that will be left of it on this page is the one "How Do I Know When I Am In Love?", though it will also have a copy on the blog page.
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"How Do I Know When I Am In Love?"
To a lot of people, this seems like a very reduntent question becuase supposedly you are just supposed to know when you are in love. Unfortunately, let's face it, there is no sure fire way to know. The only thing I can think of, is when your not living for you. Ok, let me explain this a little. When you like someone a lot, someone like a close friend, you might start to realize that you would be able to die for this person, should the situation arise. When you like someone so much it's like they are one big piece of your life, you might realize that you could kill for them, if the situation calls for it. But when you love some one, truly love some one, you might realize that, instead of just being able to die, or kill for them, you will be able to live for them. When I say live for them, I mean that every single breath you take, your taking it for them, every second you live, you live in the hopes of making them smile, of making them happy. Some people have noticed that elderly couples whom are still in love seem to live longer then the elderly people who are single, or bitter towards their spouse. This happens becuase these people hold on for eachother. They live simply becuase they know the other one wants them to, and they hold on until the last struggling breath, and once they let go, their spouce isn't far behind. THAT's how you know your in love, and THAT's what I mean about being willing to live for someone.
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Now This says it all about me.
She's a great kisser 
