I'm starting to understand flattery. I think.
I understand that when people complement me they're just hoping that I'll appreciate the thought.
Honestly- I've heard it too many times. I think I got the picture: People think that I'm going to make a good wife and mother some day- I know, I've heard it. I'm not necessarily agreeing with it whole heartedly, but I get the idea.
You can stop telling me now.
Half of me is fed up with/terrified of the whole idea of a relationship and that includes the sensible part of me which knows that I have at least four years of school left and a whole lot of growing up to do. But then there's this other part of me. This other part is really curious if every other girl from my graduating class is really that much more mature than me, or if God has something big planned. And all I have to do is wait.
I hate waiting.
Well, sometimes, but in this case- I hate waiting.
Call me a control freak or a scaredy-cat, but I want to know what happens next. And I don't. And I won't. Because God is in control and I don't need to know. I just have to have enough faith to be able to roll with the punches and keep a smile on my face at the same time.
Sometimes that makes me want to crawl into a hole and hibernate until next decade.
Sometimes.
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