Risk Takers and Heart Breakers

I am in a great mood today. I think what is cool is that I got up, I showered, I drove to school, I taught -- I taught something today. My students actually learned something today. I saw 45 lightbulbs go off over heads today. They participated in class. I loved actually being there. I love it most days (which is why I know I'm in the right profession) but today was like -- well -- orgasmic.

Speaking of orgasms, I did something potentially stupid last night. Okay, I do something "potentially" stupid every day but this one really takes the cake. And you know who you are -- I feel pretty dumb, but it was well worth it.

For the rest of you -- what? Like you haven't taken a risk or two in your lives?

I hope I don't live to regret my actions of last night, but I feel strangely, obscenely safe. It could be an invincibility complex manifesting itself through silly risk taking -- incomprehensible urges to divulge information to people with whom I would never, ever share at any other time.

Danger isn't my middle name. I know that comes as a surprise, but I've not been one to live my life by the seat of my pants. "The Planner."

Well -- as Robbie Burns tells us:

The best-laid schemes o' mice an’ men

Gang aft agley

An' lea'e us nought but grief an' pain

For promis'd joy!

So Robbie Burns was hot -- maybe a little light in the shoes, but the guy was gorgeous.



And then there was John -- my soul mate (except that he's dead, of course).



And speaking of dead white guys, Nathaniel had beautiful eyes -- and a tortured soul. Damn. I fall for those types now, too.



I've got to stop falling for these guys. Dammit, people! I suppose you can say that they don't make them like this any more -- but they do. Guys like this, though, just drain the fucking life out of you! I'll stick to reading the dead guys' stuff instead of looking for tangible incarnations.

I have a student who just found me at the library and she needs help. Surprise! I'm at the library.