Georgia's Idea

I don't like nicknames - please call me by my real name.

I wore a ponytail in my hair everyday for 10 years and then got my hair cut and it's never up anymore.

I don't drink alcohol and have never been drunk.

I smoked clove cigarettes a little (probably a total of 3 packs in my life) but that's it.

I don't like soda.

I think I will live into my 90s but I don't want to if nobody else does.

I LOVE being in my car, and often wish the ride was longer.

I also love having parties.

I can't wait to own a little house in a few years when I have broken free of credit cards.

I think it is cruel that credit card companies bring applications to college campuses.

I need to do work but I don't want to.

I am very bad at fighting and usually cry, which makes me even madder than I was to begin with.

I love children but don't want any of my own.

I love math.

I wish people could know the gender of my significant other without my having to tell them. Or, I wish it didn't matter to anyone when they figure it out.

It's all right, we're gonna be fine
But let's give my mama and my daddy a little time
'Cause I've been good up 'till now
They see you and they think that I have changed somehow

But I'm not being radical when I kiss you
I don't love you to make a point
It's the hollow of my heart that cries when I miss you
And it keeps me alive when we're apart.

We go downtown, some people they stare
But there are lots of people who really don't care
I just want to hold your hand
I don't feel like making some big stand

It's all right, we're gonna be fine
Even if this world is taking so much time
And though I mind what people say
Love is stronger than any words anyway.

And I'm not radical when I kiss you
I don't love you to make a point
It's the hollow of my heart that cries when I miss you
And it keeps me alive when we're apart.

~Catie Curtis

I'm not being heartless or judgemental. I just want to understand.

How does it happen that a person is stuck to another who is abusive?
Children, of course, have no choice.
I know that people who get stuck don't do it on purpose or usually even know what they're getting themselves into.
But I don't understand how a person gets stuck.
And I'd like to understand because it happens to so many people and all kinds of people and I also don't want that to happen to me.
What keeps a person from leaving when they're getting hurt? Do they not have anyone to call or anyone to ask for help? Do they not understand that what's happening is wrong? Do they think that life is fear and so fear is normal?

Is it that you fall in love before the person starts to hurt you and then keep hoping it will get better?
Is it that you don't realize that you deserve better?
Is it that you are too afraid of being alone?
Is it that you're too afraid of what will happen if you leave?
Is it pride?

I think, hope I'd leave if I were being hurt. But everyone must think that at some point, right? Nobody starts out saying that it's okay to hurt them, right? So what happens that makes a person stay?

I'm sorry that anyone understands this, actually. Shouldn't it be a mystery to everyone?

So what are you doing?

This is a picture of my baby sister and brand new brother-in-law at her wedding on Saturday.

A story

Once upon a time there was a girl. She was in her 20s and very happily single. She was happy with her life and her friends and liked that she could do whatever she wanted, whenever she wanted. Well, one day she met another girl. Now the other girl was very smart and fun. The two girls liked each other because they had fun doing the same sort of things - like bowling, and driving in the car, and playing outside, and going to the movies, and going out to eat. Well, before they knew it, the two girls began to fall in love. But they had never been in love with another girl before, so it was sort of surprising. But they both felt that same way. So they started off sleeping in the same bed, just like friends. Then, they started playing with each other's hair and talking and lying in bed, sometimes all day. They both knew what was going on so much that they didn't have to talk about it. One night, one girl said,"What are we doing?" And the other girl was scared, so she said,"I don't know!" The braver girl said,"Well, I am smitten." The not as brave girl looked at her, and said, "I am too."

And three years later, here we still are - smitten....