I could tell you that my anti-depressants and ADHD medication have been driving me to lay the groundwork for my perfect classroom.
I could tell you how it drives me to exhaustion every evening, to the point all I want to do is take my meds and pass out.
I could tell you about how much I love my students and how much it worries me that every day I’m not doing enough for them.
I could tell you that I miss my ex-girlfriend’s daughters. Miss them like crazy.
I could tell you that I also miss – nevermind. I don’t want to take that one out of it’s box.
I could tell you that I’m lonely sometimes and I consider dating.
I could also tell you that I’m happy being alone, and that dating would be more effort than I’m ready to put forth.
I could tell you also that I finally bought a nice little home theater system – which is really going make me not want to step out of the The Last Homely House at all.
I could tell you, however, that there’s only one woman who I really think is worth asking out.
I could tell you that I did ask her out, and the moment I did was the only time I felt nervous and scared and slightly sickly and weak and made of crinkly blue cellophane on the inside, which really sucks, because that was the exact moment I knew that I actually genuinely like this one.
I could tell you that this also sucks because she annoys the hell out of me.
I could tell you that life is funny.
I could tell you that Loss = Gain, like Gain = Pain.
I could tell you that life is like algebra.
I could tell you that we’re all just sets in an algebraic formula, all trying to balance out our equation, looking to fit, looking to combine, a balanced equation.
I could tell you that life is balance.
I could tell you that feeling unbalanced is showing you that you’re doing something for the wrong reason.
Oh, there’s so much I could tell you. But it’s real late and I’m very tired.
You see, I could tell you that. But you already knew that, didn’t you?
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