Monday, March 12, 2007

 

03.12.07

The human condition is a strange one.

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She could compete with the best of the goddesses on a good day on Mt. Olympus.

A modern day Helen of Troy, she was equipped with a smile that men would go to war for.

She moved with the grace of the wind, reminiscent of a floating angel.

Not a word was needed to escape her lips. Just a quick glance from her direction was enough to quell the most violent storms.

Swaying with a blithe softness, signs of self-assurance vibed within her confident swagger.

The trust she had in her own abilities and blessings further fueled her demure attractiveness.

She knew what she wanted and while she was easily capable, did not abuse her appeal.

Her discipline and patience made her that much more beseeching and made her romantic decisions that much more powerful in magnitude.

She is why the word "ethereal" came to existence--

within reach but never within embrace.

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The attraction to her was a strange one.

Though they rarely saw one another and almost never hung out, the exchanges between them hinted at so much more.

He wasn't even sure if he was just being witty and friendly or if he was ever flirting.

All he knew was that the clever banter and wily conversation between the two stirred something within him.

Someone that could retort with the same quickness and sharpness as he-- it peaked his interest.

To him, to tease was a compliment-- if he respected someone well enough and felt like they could take a joke, he would make it.

Anyone that could be that carefree and self-assured was someone he'd like to be around.

Just the mere fact that she even knew half of the stuff he alluded to marked her for affection.

She was a goober--

and he'd leave it at that, waiting for her riposte.

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The girl in question, every now and then, complains about the load she has to deal with.

Many will comment that it's her fault for putting so much on her plate-- if she can't handle it, then why do it in the first place?

To be honest, she can handle it and even though she decides to do so much, it isn't as much as a decision as one might believe.

In truth, she gets herself involved because she cannot stand being lethargic. To be busy is something that she must do.

It's not boredom that drives such notions, but something much deeper.

Perhaps it is pride? Was there some event that happened in her distant past that brought her need to prove herself to fruition?

A competitive nature hints at notions of inferiority and her need for attention show signs of a lapse in confidence.

Whatever the cause, one thing is certain-- because of such a heavy offset, her moments of celebration and jubilation are made that much stronger.

To see her smile and to hear that genuine laughter are rewards in themselves.

He would make it his mission to provide her happiness whenever he was able to.

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Observation. It happens.

Docking out...
-Ryan : gawrsh!

Ryan posted this at 3:00 AM.