Monday, June 14, 2010
Just Another Pebble
Okay, so here's the deal. When it comes to dating, Nana has some interesting opinions entirely different from mine. I have come to the conclusion that her favorite phrase is "There's always another pebble on the beach." The best example is May 11. My heart was shattered in a bazillion pieces and other than a few words not appropriate, the first words she said were, "There's always another pebble on the beach." I looked at her as if she was on drugs and continued crying the tears that if collected, would probably be the Pacific Ocean by now. Seriously. Did I really want to be told there was another guy out there when I had just been dumped by the guy I firmly believed I was going to marry? Of course not. Although I do realize she has a point, it's still rather difficult to accept even five weeks after it happened. What changed between 1948-1951 (her dating years) and 2010 (the year I was crushed)? Well for starters, she realized that yes, there are other men out there. While she certainly wasn't the only one, she dated different men because it was something to do Friday nights (yes, I totally quoted that from her); I fell head over heels in love. I practically set myself for a heartbreak! While I do understand what she was saying, it just hasn't hit home yet. I believe that if it's meant to be, it will come in time. Nana understands time and relationships better than I do. Either I find another pebble or wait until I step on the sharp pointy one and go with it from there.
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While I want to say you Nana is a tough cookie and a smart lady. I can't. Sometimes you find THAT pebble. It's the pretty pebble yoe spend all day searching for and you hold it close from the moment you pick up until let's say you go for a swim and you strip off your shorts and while you're in the water, big brother finds the pebble and skips it across the ocean and you come back to no pebble and the feeling that there is no chance of ever finding such a pebble again. That's my analogy. But I enjoy reading about your Nana.
ReplyDeleteSam, I agree with you. Sometimes when you find the perfect pebble, you have to hold onto it with you all you have, because there might not ever be another one like it.
ReplyDeleteUnfortunately I'm on a pebble spree now. I just thought of another befitting one. You can put a pebble in your pocket but sometimes the pebble just wears away at the cloth and one day the pebble finds its way free. And while you may be looking for that pebble again that pebble certainly isn't looking for you. Mmm. Sorry for being saddening.
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