I've got my head out of the clouds for 5 minutes.

I love ice cream and cookies and chocolate shakes and cereal w milk and pizza.

I know that I have responsibilities and that I can handle them even on the run, as I so often do.

I know that one day, I will get married. It will probably be before I turn 40, and that I have nothing (like that) to worry about.

I know that I will have at least one kid. At some point.

I know that I'm still a kid, that I don't need love like I seem to think that I need it. Like I seem to think that I need someONE's.

I know what I like to do to have a good time, and I like to do a lot of those things solo. Sometimes, I like to include others to the mix, and have a different kind of good time.

The thing is, is that.. I don't really care anymore. I don't need to clear my thoughts and organize them and decide who I should limit myself down to, when clearly, I can do whatever I want, and am and have been for a while. Why should I take that extra step, when I could be having a good time the way I'm having it? I'm not hurting anyone because, unlike some specifics, I don't take it to such a level that each individual feels like they're my 'one and only.' No one that I enjoy being around, in a playful, flirty atmosphere, realizes that I am on that level with them, so they can't get carried away by it, and eventually feel the right to expect something at some point. Nope. I know how to play the game.

Anyway. I just woke up today and realized that I don't care. And it's a great feeling to not feel at any given time. I can't not smile about it, really. It's just one more enlightenment that will help me stay sane and alive. I love each person I know and don't know, I truly do. I enjoy them, who they are, what they're about, all of them. Now, I just realize that I'm not of the age (personally) to feel obligated to pick just one to hold above all others and hope that he'll do the same for me.

No sweat, kiddos.