It takes 42 muscles to frown

April 20. The good old 4/20, was when this blog started. Since then there have been 18 posts, 18 posts in the matter of 19 days. At one point we were at a rate where it was more than one post a day. Typical, it would be typical for the four of us. Well, the three of us, so far. Damn you Pam! Anyways, I sit here, watching the long-weekend wind down, thinking that I should make a post. I was scared, scared out of my face. Reason being, was because, me, I, Alyssa G. had nothing to write about.

Then it came to me.
In this roller-coaster life we have, why is it that no one is writing anything? It's only because the roller-coaster is always the slowest at the high points. It's always the slowest ascending to the top of the hill - per say. So again, it scared me - because of course I would inherit the trait that Stephanie has in taking a thought and being able to stretch it around the world, twice - cause prior to this conclusion, I felt stupid, incompetent, unintelligent . . . dumb. Evidently, that is not the case. Hoping for inspiration, I read over some of our previous posts and after coming across “Uncommon Denominator”, I figured out a common denominator: We’re happy.

Hence my preceding theory: The roller-coaster is always the slowest at the high points. We’re not necessarily slow/stupid when we’re happy, (even though it does seem like our brain goes to mush when start baby-talking) it’s just the circumstances are so much more relaxed and the steaks are so much more lower that over-thinking, over-analyzing and traveling the world in your head is just not an obligation anymore. Most and if not all of our posts are filled with negative emotions, and that’s what drove us to write in the first place.

Although we’re not fully content (yet), AC has moved on from the “Constant Reminder” to something actually constant. Being the party girl that she is, she threw up that “Vulnerable Verbal Vomit” and is now hung-over something else. SB won the “Rebuttal to the Hypocrite” because of course; intoxication brings everyone together and back together. Also, instead of sitting and moping in front of the television that read “Game Over” she turned off the system. Now, she’s taking down the “Rug for Sale” sign, and is nostalgically on a magic carpet to the past that could very well be her future. As for me, the “Court [is no longer] in session” the jury has spoken, and it’s unanimous. As cautious as I may still be, I know it’s not Splenda. Nor is it merely any sort of sweetner that can fade away and gradually give me cavities. It's something almost as essential as water. He dissolves and dominates any other substance out there. As much as I hate contradicting myself, I can’t help but do so.

This whole time, I thought of my journey, my pain, my consequences, my mistakes, my instincts, my obligations. I was so overly self-centered, that I forgot that what I’ve longed for is someone to race these very hurdles with me. In many blogs I’ve idolized Ms. Hilson, and even though I still “feel like I’m in a race, and already won first place” I rather tie this race. Hand in hand.

We were never meant to be, it just happened.
Let’s call it a draw, and make it picture perfect.

PS: The picture’s down, and I’m finally over you
Thanks to you, “babe”.

PPS: It only takes 16 muscles to smile. It’s less work, smile.

xoxOMG
-AG, signing off to you my commander and chief.