The Dream, Henri Rosseau, 1910

Have you ever gone to bed thinking you what if you don’t wake up the next morning?

Have you ever woken up from a dream that was so good you felt bad that woke up right away?

Have you ever flown on an airplane and thought what if we crash?

Have you ever told your lover you enjoyed the love making when you really didn’t?

Have you ever said something nice to a good friend and didn’t really mean it?

Have you ever done something you know you should be sorry for but wasn’t?

Have you ever cheated your way into something you could have gotten without cheating but did it anyway?

Have you ever had sex with somebody just to make them happy?

Have you ever thought about killing yourself but didn’t do it because of the mess it might make in your bathroom?

Have you ever felt at home in another person’s house and another person’s bed?

Have you ever regretted something nice you did for somebody esle?

Have you ever felt sorry for another person just because they’re not as pretty as you?

Have you ever helped another person without being asked?

Have you ever done something for somebody else that changed their life?

Have you ever said something that somebody else thought was genius?

Have you ever read a book so many times the pages are falling apart?

Have you ever just kept quite to try to listen to the world?

Have you ever thought about how small you are in a very big world?

Have you ever made up your mind about somebody you haven’t even met yet?

Have you ever liked somebody just cuz they look good?

Have you ever wanted something tha you know you couldn’t have?

Have you ever wanted to just float?

I got this idea from a friend of mine’s site. I googled my name but like this “marie likes to”. Here are the first ten (that made sense) hits from that search.

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Marie likes to Party like a Rockstar.

-used to…used to.

Marie likes to act like a know it all.

-I do not!

Marie likes to read Danielle Steele & romance.

-once again, used to.

Marie likes to build a home.

-would like to someday.

Marie likes to socialize and will use any excuse to celebrate with friends.

-the first but not the second

Marie likes to wade in water.

-I do, I do!

Marie likes to sing soft ballads.

-yes, sometimes.

Marie likes to spend time in the kitchen, developing and testing out new recipes.

-yes, to eat, not to cook.

Marie likes to experiment.

-hmmm… not anymore I don’t think.

Marie likes to read, laugh, take her dogs for walks.

-read and laugh. No dogs though.

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I crawled out of bed and went to wash my face. After a splash of cold water I could smell it. So distinct and unwelcome. Monday.

I put on a pot of coffee and went to get the paper. I’m almost sure there’s nothing but bad on the news today. It’s Monday.

I took a bath and stared at my closet. What to wear, what to wear… Somehow the need to wear something office-like was not in me today. I decided on something gray and blah. What the heck, it was Monday.

Outside it was crisp and cool. Everywhere I could see traces of fall coming. I walked to where my shuttle for work is parked and one minute before I got there it started to rain. Wouldn’t you know it. Mondays.

I wish it was Tuesday. I like Tuesdays.

It was raining this morning when I left the house.

I got wet, a little but I didn’t mind.

I love the rain. The feel of it as it touches my skin, the sound it makes as it hits my umbrella. There’s nothing like it. I’d take rain over sunshine anytime.

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I like to write. Scratch that, I love to write. I’ve been scribbling stuff in diaries, notebooks, at the back of books, table napkins, in my phones and in my computer since I was a kid. Now I’m not saying I’m any good. I’m just saying I love doing it.

 

Writing to me is release. A way I take myself out of a situation, which is usually a bad one, and find peace. Some people get high, some people go to the gym (I do this too), some people eat (I do this one also, hehe). I write. It doesn’t have to be prescriptive. It could be anything. A prose, a poem, a rhyme, the start of a story, a phrase.

I hope my stuff doesn’t bore you. These are my musings. Be nice.

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