Chris' Amazin

I have kissed a lot of girls in my life, and when I say a lot. I mean I have no way of recalling how many and/or their names.  However that isn't the point of this.  I was tossing and turning in my bed (like always, I have insomnia) and this random flashback thought popped into my head.  It was This one night I was on this church youth all-night party thing, and I was more or less accompanied by a young beautiful girl who I had only known for roughly a week.  I could tell she liked me by the way she looked at me.  Its almost like someone is admiring you and looking into your soul at the same time.  At least it is when you kind of have the same feelings churning towards each other.   So the night goes on and we have dinner at a separate table from the group, and I feel like it was kind of an unscheduled date.  We get back on the bus and head on our way to go ice skating however the bus starts having trouble and we end up getting stuck at a gas station for an hour and a half.   The night goes on and we kind of lose that awkward distance that you have with newer people that you meet. And we are stuck their talking, laughing, and enjoying the night.  Eventually our back-up bus gets there and with about 30 seconds left before we have to leave that bus I have this strange urge to kiss her.  So I move over into her seat and we duck down (trying to hide from the churchy peoples) and I lean in and I kiss her.   Not once, not twice, but three good times and look her in the eyes and I can't help but to smile.  

It's October 27th and I've been out of my parents place for a couple of months now and with the help of close friends I have survived thus far.  It seems that all those petty things people fought about in highschool are all minuscule to the day to day life in the real world.  No one is immaturely bickering over who is where with who at the wrong or right time.  People just live, and they try their best to be happy.  I being on the equivalent side of that am just another speck on the bigger picture.

Now that I am free and truely feeling what it means to actually be able to make decisions that only I can account for, I really have grasped on to the reality of it all.  Roughly two weeks ago, after struggling to get a job for a month and a half I thought I was done for.  I was literally ready to throw away my other options and join the military.  I thought about it and gave it one last really hard push.  Four days later And roughly 24 miles walked back and forth to job interviews, I had a job.

I look back at it now and count my blessings.  This job JUST opened up due to an inadequate lazy employee walking out.  The very day I put in my application. I now have a job which pays very well for my job experience and age, and offers 35 to 40 hours a week at least.  So I call it Success through Failure.   When one door closes,  kick it off the hinges.