She called me a genius today.
It hasn’t left my mind, and although she meant it as a compliment, it has haunted me all night.
I am no genius, I am a scared little boy who runs from his problems and wouldnt know how to control his life if the controller was hitting him in the face.
So, yesterday I went to the old market with a girl I’m starting to see and for the first time in ages I was actually a little taken back when I saw her.
She was wearing a long sweater dress type thing that went to about mid thigh, and it was black with red sail boats all over it. She wore a black pea coat and a cute red hat with a big fuzzy ball on it. All of her long curly hair blowing in the frozen breeze.
The other day we were driving and I talked about my favorite buildings in Omaha and Chicago, about Falling Waters and the Temple in North Chicago and the simple beauty in basic construction. She ate it all up, and it was so nice talking to someone who was genuinely interested.
Her stories are fascinating, and I love hearing about her crazy family and watching her laugh and smile. There’s a sparkle in her eye I like watching, and I hope I get to for quite some time.
I’m smitten as fuck over this girl.
She’s bloody fucking amazing.
My favorite part about retail?
Oh, that’s easy. The children.
The moronic, loud, tameless, screeching monsters that people create from… love.
Yeah. Definitely that.