Golden Hearted.

You can't do it all on your own- but you'd like to think, that in life, you would form a partnership with someone-- where you felt everything would be doable at some length. I feel that if I just had someone to hold the other side-- life would be unstoppable for me.



Hold the other side of my fallen heart.

Lift my eyes when I just want to sleep.

Make my coffee stronger when you know I went to bed late.

Water the poinsettias when they look dry.


You know how some people avoid being helpful-- even when they see something that needs to be done. I hate that quality. I know hate is a strong word. And I know we all do it from time to time. But, still. I hate it.

Like, if you see some garbage on the ground... why not pick it up? Or if something gets knocked over?

If everyone did their part-- life would be doable. This is why communism doesn't work. Because people aren't inherently good. If everyone did their part, I'd love communism.

Communism is kind of like marriage. If you get stuck with someone who is lazy-- ah man... you are stuck in Cuba.

My point is this. I have no point.

The point is this... water in my basement makes me feel like getting married. Because I am only SO capable. I can only do SO much. I tried to grate the area around the house with the bobcat-- clearly didn't do a good enough job. eh.

It's funny-- some people feel like settling down when they go to a wedding, not me. This urge only hits me-- when I feel that my independence can't make it. The problem is this: with anyone I have known in the past-- their abilities would not fix the weaknesses. Does that make sense? Like.. I'd be better off alone. Not that love is about someone fixing your dry basement-- but filling some of your voids and be a partner... rather than someone to sleep with.

I hate it when people try to hook me up with someone. This lady at church keeps telling me she wants me to meet her nephew. And how he is so shy-- but when he opens up... blah. Well. How about this, CAN HE FIX MY WET BASEMENT--- or find someone who can?

At the end of the day.. it's about the golden heart. Really. Nothing to do with a truck full of tools, or a face of Brad Pitt, or the ambition of Hitler.


But a Golden Heart. Is love alive? Or a passive understanding.


meh.