Crash and Burn

I crashed and burned last night. Easter was a great holiday. I woke up early with my brothers and sisters and found my basket in my nonchalant, adult way. I remembered the year that I got a bunny. I really wanted a bunny again, but no bunnies in dorms! Waa. I did however fulfill my obligatory, holiday pet purchase by finding Tim the dopiest, most depressed looking goldfish in Petco. I haphazardly named it Clancy. Names just drop out of the air into my mind, and I don't fight them. The same thing happened with my new car. Hormie the Honda. Gross, yet fitting. Despite the fact that the car is really quite cute and nice inside and out. That purchase made for an exciting Triduum, although for all the wrong reasons. But back to Easter morning. The plan was to head over to Tim's house by 1ish. However, my fiendish brothers hatched the idea to trap me in a room with the threat of being shot by an AirSoft gun if I tried to escape. They sting! So I was tortured for a while, finally escaped out the window, and made it to the Doran's. Tim gave me a wonderful Easter basket, and I gave him Clancy and lots of candy. Clancy was a hit despite his blatant depression. We had a great time with Doran's, played Spinners, then left for my family's Easter. This was also a blast. I have a great load of cousins, although mainly male. Tim played football, and I read on the couch as I did in my pudgy youth. We ended the night with a serious discussion of popular society and media.

Easter was great. Holy Saturday though was a different story. We attended the Easter vigil mass, which was beautiful! Tim and I fell into a discussion of past problems, which are capable of shaking both of our trust in each other and the relationship. The problems are nothing important or even worthy of ruining a great relationship, but we have been able to maintain such a high level of honesty and trust in each other, that sometimes small things seem worse than they are, simply because we have nothing truly terrible to deal with. So they came up again, as I have a horrendous habit of rehashing anything problematic semi-annually. We talked (yelled, cried, etc.), and I still love him, and he loves me. I learn more and more about the truth of love the further I get into it. True love is a choice to love another person for who they have been and are now, and who they can be in the future. I could never find someone who is fairy-tale perfect, but I think I got pretty darn close. Sorry ladies! Love is accepting the smidgens of things that are not exactly what you wanted or expected. Even harder is loving those things as a necessary part of the person whom you love. It is hard sometimes, but if you get as lucky as me, it isn't hard for long. So that night was tough. I went to bed late. That great Easter followed, but as soon as I returned home for the night, fatigue overwhelmed me. I had twitchy eyes and a headache. Tim did some homework, while I tried to nap. After an hour, I could hardly stand it,and I kicked him out crankily, and fled into my bed. I slept like a log and woke up with the blanket-squishing disease and red cheek to prove it. But all is well. I can't wait to see my guy tonight!! I hope everyone else had a great Easter.