"The Time has come!" the Walrus said...

Odd how I can never remember which passwords go with which sites. Maybe this is a sign that I spend too much time online?

I'll be here in LeMans till 3 today. Guess what time it is now? 7:15. Yep. Long day. AND I have a meeting for the HoCro conference tonight at 7...hah, that's in just under twelve hours. I'm really looking forward to this, despite all that has happened in the past week to sort of, well, blow my mind with all the...oh, what's the word...carelessness, maybe? Ah well. Not my problem.

So I did a lot of thinking last night. I had a bit of a look into the life of an insomniac, so God knows I had the time for it. Here's what I came up with.

Step One: Assess the situation. I'm really stressed out because of a silly thing.
Step Two: Admit the problem. In the past, I've looked at a lot of my guy friends as potential boyfriends. This needs to stop.
Step Three: Think of a Solution. Obviously, I need to stop looking at my guy friends in such a way. They never did anything to deserve this. :-P My solution? Completely take myself out of the entire dating scene.

Yes, that's right. I'm not dating anyone. What I'm hoping to achieve here is that I'll start looking at the guys around me as friends and nothing more. I don't need some kind of confirmation that they'll never be boyfriends, because that's just the way it is with guys and me. I need to learn to accept it. I'm just one of the guys for now. So many of my friends have told me that someday one guy is going to be very very grateful that I was such a good friend of his first. Emily was one of the friends that told me this. You'd think I'd shut up and take the advice my best friend gives me, right? I'd say it's high time I did so.

It's time for me to wait. As a reminder of this commitment to wait, I'm going to get to Aquinas as soon as possible to buy a St. Joseph's medal. St. Joseph is the protector of virgins. I have no doubt that I avoided many a sticky situation through his intervention (including Billy).

I have no idea how long I'll have to wait, but I know that as soon as I take myself "off the market" so to speak, I'll meet the right guy. And it will be splendid.

I picked up my guitar last night. And God saw that it was good!

Groggily yours,

Miranda