Limbo limbo limbo

Sitting here giving half my attention to Grey’s Anatomy and thinking how movies and TV shows create impossible standards by always having romantic protagonists (and especially antagonists) just show up on someone else’s doorstep. Nobody makes grand gestures like that anymore. They don’t show up at your door wanting to talk or apologize or just to even goddamn breathe on your doorstep. Then again, we do live in an age where just popping up at someone’s house unannounced is a huge social faux pas and people are now anxiety riddled introverts who hide when someone knocks on the door. Those once romantic gestures are now replaced by Amazon drivers, Waitr deliveries, and if you’re really unlucky, creepy dudes who can’t take no for an answer. It’s depressing. Goddamn Grey’s Anatomy. I can’t go back and I’m not sure how to move forward, so I’m just sitting in the middle of the path, waiting for a strong enough wind to push me in some unknown direction. The next time I move, I need for it to count.  I need for it to be 4:30 tomorrow. At the risk of sounding like a total pussy, I just need to be held. -Rae