Bloody Lip

Today, I was caught a bit off guard. She possessed a rather simplistic beauty. I was captivated to a point of ungracefulness. I know her face. I have seen here a number of times prior. In an effort to remain amongst the living, we must eat, thus we must shop for our sustenance, coincidentally at the same store.   I have seen her in many stages of aesthetic presentation. Today however, she was dressed down. Hair up, no makeup, embraced in the comfort of sweats. The ability, despite her unpolished appearance, to captivate ones attention amongst a sea of sparkling diamonds was quite uncanny. I was entranced. We zig-zagged our separate was across the store. Narrowly avoiding a number of collisions as we obliviously criss-crossed paths like rudderless ships passing in the night.
I am a rather reserved, shy guy upon first impression. I could characterize that as an accurate representation of myself even upon knowing me. Although I may have ninja like stealthiness, or rather, a quite demeanor, I do posses those boisterous moments. This was not one of those times. I'll admit, in the presence of girls that are pretty I may fall victim to my own shyness. In even a few cases, to my awkwardness. I lose all capacity of my resolve. The self-assuredness oozes from my being in haste like an oil spilling tanker. My mind explodes into a storm of unfunctionality. Up is really down, blue is green, hamburgers are words.
I've learned something new about myself today. Maybe this 'tick' was always present within the confines of my awkward nature, but I realized something I wasn't before aware of. Said 'tick' manifests itself as the unfortunate biting of my lower lip. This phenomenon seems to be ever present while I am in close proximity to that girl that captivates my senses. I say unfortunate because not only is it painful, but it makes a bloody mess of my lip. What is more appealing to a girl than a gawky guy, ogling uncomfortable beams of yearning from his beady eyes whilst profusely bleeding from his crookedly smiling face-hole. If only I had the ability to reverse time and relive those moments with more of a stedfast certainty.
Side Note: Accelerate research and development of time machine.
As per usual, no attempts were made on my part to extend the olive branch of communication to the young lady who had me twisted up in knots. I must once again brush off the shame of unconfidence. Reapply the poise in which will hopefully lessen the number of missed chances to meet someone new. Someone captivating.

New Blog Smell

Well, well, well...I find myself in re-acquaintance with the forgotten chunk of my cerebral purgings. I now have to reacquaint myself with the process of funneling the tornado of brainwork, that is my mind. into a coherent rant of rationalization that one might have the capacity of deciphering. The fog is thick and heavy. The rust is substantially frozen into place. Bare with me as I struggle, much like a newborn fawn, to establish my creative footing and regain my nimble writerly stride.

I am not totally sure where exactly these posting will lead both in content or within the blogosphere. I have hopes that I can continue purging thought in some form or another. Whether it be mundane musings of my day or ridiculously concocted stories pulled from the fringes of my imagination, I will make a home for them here as often as I am able. Be excited, scared, worried, perplexed, nauseous...