Dad: "You should open another bag of Cheetos."
Me: "Why don't you?"
Dad: "But then it would be my fault."
Me: "Then why don't you bring me a bag, I'll open it, then give it to you."
Dad: "Okay."

haha.

Smoke Gets in Your Eyes

words by Otto Harbach

"They asked me how I knew
my true love was true.
I, or course, replied,
something here inside
cannot be denied.

They said someday you'll find
all who love are blind.
When your heart's on fire,
you must realize
smoke gets in your eyes.

So I chaffed them and I gayly laughed
to think they could doubt my love.
Yet today my love has flown away;
I am without my love.

Now laughing friends deride
tears I cannot hide,
so I smile and say,
'When a lovely flame dies,
smoke gets in your eyes.'"

Hana Yori Dango

It is normal for a person to identify with a character in a book. In fact, it is expected. Writers form their characters in such a way that their readers will identify with them. Then the authors make more money.
However, every once in a while can someone relate so completely to a character, that the relation goes far beyond the typical surface relations.. and becomes a relation of the heart. And in that moment, the heart is opened and the reader suddenly sees inside their heart clearer than ever before. It is as though you are put up on a screen and all your thoughts, feelings, and actions are displayed clearly and transparently. When the person on the screen is feeling sad, you can't help but cry because they are you! When they are happy, you feel like you can fly because they are you. For the moments you read about that character, you become one-inextricably intertwined inside and out.
Often the reader is unsure how to deal with such a suddenly honest epiphany and they bury it away and forget it, going back to the way they were before.
I, on the other hand, refuse to do that. I may not know what to do with what I have learned, but I'm going to find out. Today.
I've realized something.. I can't keep denying who I am. This is who I am! Yes, I know that I will undergo a lot of pain because of this.. but that is the way it must be. And, if anything, it only means that I need to be stronger.
The title of this post is the name of the book I found myself in. I wouldn't suggest any of you go read it. None of my regular visitors here would like it. I just want you all to know that I have found myself. And now I will do my best not to lose myself again. And I'm sorry if someone gets hurt because of who I am.

"Women are always hiding behind vagueness! Why can't things just be simple?!"