It's been one of those days, and just a few hours ago, I was having one of those moments.

You know the kind. When you question everything about your life, and think you're this big waste of flesh, and wonder what other glamorous things could be happening to you if you just weren't...you.

I was so bored with myself I was in tears. I didn't want to draw. I didn't want to Blog. I didn't even want to go to Border's. I didn't want to cook, eat, or watch TV. I didn't want to read. I didn't want to look at myself because I felt so stagnant. Michael took me out anyway, even though I was being a complete moron. He kept asking, "Is there something I can do?" And I kept saying, "No, no. It's me. "

And then we get to the Border's parking lot and it started to rain. Michael's bright yellow car stood out like a sunflower. We sat in the car and listened to the rain. It splattered in little rockets on the windshield.

"Are you bored with me?" Michael asked. I thought for a moment. I thought about people in my life telling me I wasn't doing enough with it--that I was running in place. I thought about my new car and my newfound domesticity. I thought about my cat and all the other boyfriends who have bored me. I thought.

And I turned to look at him, and I said, "No. I'm not bored with you."
Because how could I be bored with the one person in my life who finds me exhilirating? Exciting? Hilarious? Beautiful? How could I ever be bored with the mystery of love? How could I ever think that Michael and his consistency could be anything less than the adventure of humanity?

We went into Border's, and I got my coffee (as usual) and he read his magazines (as usual). And we sat quietly together. As we sat, I pondered how I could ever think of myself as a boring person. If I could gain a love like Michael's, then I must be a good-sight more fascinating than the average gal.

I have to tell myself: only ignorant people truly get bored. I have the power to change my life, and I have a mate ready to help me.