So I'm taking an institute class right now, and there's a girl in my class
who I quietly admire because she gives the most bizarrely adorable comments.
She sort of seems like she's in her own little world.
But for one reason or another, I find myself tied down to reality on most days that end in 'y'. Every now and then, I wish I could gather a thousand metaphysical helium filled balloons and float in the sky and dreamily look down at people buzzing around in their hectic lives.
But I can't. I am one of those buzzing maniacs.
In fact, I invented buzzing.
I'm practically the queen bee.
Wow. My analogy sure took off.
Anyway, in class we were talking about blessings we receive daily, and our teacher asked (rhetorically) "How does that make you feel?" Without missing a beat, dreamy daisy says, "it makes me feel like dancing."
And she smiled.