Love is Blinding

Perhaps you’ve seen my rants about my absence of motivation, direction, life goals and general grown up-ness that have plagued my entire existence.  And true, all these less than redeeming qualities have been a part of my life since I was an itty bitty fetus…but there’s another more immediate cause that I’ve thus far been hesitant to admit.


Yes, Hunter is the culprit of all my recent incidents of lameness, for 10 out of 10 times I’d rather sit on the couch and snuggle with him than do any of my Real Life duties.

(Let posterity note that this is not my subtle way of saying the “L” word to Hunter via the World Wide Web.  That is a relational bridge we’ve yet to cross, and I’ll be damned if I say it first…especially on a blog.)

But onward and so forth, I can no longer deny that my new fascination with my boyfriend is causing me to stray from the clearly beaten educational path.  Why, just yesterday I discovered that I’ve done abouuuut 30% of all the tasks necessary for an upcoming study abroad trip- an excursion I was desperately looking forward to until, you guessed it, Hunter.

And it’s not that I’m no longer excited to flit off to Puerto Rico for New Years, because I am.  It’s just that this new relationship is infiltrating my logical brain and making it impossible to think about much beyond Hunter’s eyes and Hunter’s smile and Hunter’s cute lil country accent…and though I realize how absolutely pointless (not to mention icky) this line of thinking is, I simply cannot help it.

Hi, my name is Abigail, and I’m a love addict.

I have countless friends who’ve suffered this affliction as well, and not one of them recovered without some level of damage to their everyday lives.  Two got fired from jobs, one lost all her friends (save for her manfriend, of course), and several others fell so far behind in school that their GPAs were forever scarred.  I’ve seen it happen with my own eyes and heard endless horror stories, and yet here I go, tumbling down the same stupid rabbit hole.

Can somebody throw me a rope?

I’ve every intention of snapping out of my trance very soon.  I have far too much to accomplish before graduation to endure this mental retardation for long, and besides…Hunter’s a man.  Men are flawed.  Theretofor, Hunter is flawed and will surely begin to piss me off at any moment (and Lord help me if he doesn’t).

I guess I’m just a little disappointed that I fell victim to such a stereotypical misfortune; all my life I’ve poked fun at cuddly cutesy wutesy lovey people, and now here I am…saying words like “sweetie” and “honey” and singing the praises of my boyfriend to strangers on the street.  Seriously just did that in the stadium parking garage.

I would attempt to end this post with advice on how to avoid this situation, but alas I have none.  In fact, I wouldn’t advise avoiding it at all, because despite the obvious drawbacks it’s a hell of a lot of fun.

So don’t you fret for my soul, mes freres, because my school stressors are counterbalanced by my boytoy infatuation.  Hunter is the opiate to cure all my final exam woes.  But do try and remind me to blog from time to time, because I nearly forgot to write this tonight as said manfriend is home early from a weekend getaway.  Le sigh, AbiFail.

Much love.

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  1. Marisa
    23/11/2009 at 10:57 am Permalink

    Oh, AbiFail. I just want you to know that if you forget to fill out all the Puerto Rico paperwork and the trip is cancelled because we don’t have enough students, I will personally hold you responsible.

    As previously established, you may have invented scrappy, but I’m sketchy. I don’t play, and if I’m not in San Juan for New Year’s festivities, I will end you.

  2. Christopher
    23/11/2009 at 12:13 pm Permalink

    Funny. My all-time worst semester (grade-wise) was when I was dating Lacey before we got married. My roommates put a sign on the fridge saying “Where’s Goelz? Who knows?!”

    You’re not alone. Good writing, though.

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