Professional

I am a professional. Most likely not of what you think. There was him first. He liked me after I was done liking him. No words needed to be exchanged. Then there was him. He broke my heart first. And then I broke his. And then there was the third one. I never liked him. He didn't understand. He does now. And now there is him. And he is my friend. And I care about him. And I know he likes me. But I don't like him. He is one of my best friends. But we just can't date. He isn't the kind of person I would date. I can't. I don't like him. He likes me. And now tonight I will get my diploma. Because after the fourth one you become a professional. A professional heart breaker.

Confused

So many choices. This college? Or that college? This is your choice Emma. Are you well enough to go to class? This is your decision Emma. Do you want to be this? Do you want to be that? What do you want to be when you grow up? Your choice, Emma. Your Choice. Who do you want to be? You should just go talk to him. Get it over with. Say Hi.

This is ridiculous. Have you been to a party? Have you gotten drunk yet? It will be fun trust me. I thought this was my choice. Did you see him over break? I don't think you should see him ever. Did you chose your college yet? What did you decide to be when you grew up? Did you ever talk things out? Did you go to a party and get drunk? I thought I had to decide. Not have others chose for me. Who I am. What I should and shouldn't do. Who I should and shouldn't be. Why me? Some choices I don't want to make alone. But I have to. But the choices and decisions I want to make on my own, others try to decide for me.

Puzzle

Will I fit? Will I mold? Will it come together? Did it reshape and reform because I was gone? Was the hole repaired? Was it mended? Did I no longer fit? No. The hole was still there. And I fit right back, snugly in. Just like the piece was never missing. Like it was two months ago. Like it will be forever.

"Who Will You Be Supporting In This Upcoming November Election?"

The question gets asked over and over again. First if the person is available, then telling them I am a volunteer for Organizing for America and finally asking them who they will be voting for. Some people freely say, others don't. It becomes a pattern. The strong democrats pick up the phone. They want to talk about politics and they are so happy and upbeat as they say 'Obama of course.' The republicans, whether leaning, moderate or strong either seem to never answer the phone or if they do they seem resigned to say 'Romney.' As if they wish they weren't. Others still ask who I am voting for to find out who they should vote for. All I can say there is 'woman you are 78 and if you don't know who you are voting for at this point in your life, I can't help you.' Its so strange making these calls. Some people hang up others prefer not to answer. And when I hear a woman say she is voting for Romney I want to ask her a serious question. "Do you use birth control?" "Do you want your RIGHT to have access to that taken away?" "What if your daughter became pregnant and it was an at risk pregnancy where her and the baby could die. Do you not want her to get an abortion?" These questions bother me. Take my friend for example. She is on birth control. She is the strongest republican ever. Does she want that taken away? I want to ask her. I do wonder what she would say. I don't understand Women for Romney. What is he doing for women? Nothing. Well, I take that back. He is doing something. Taking away what women have a right to. Next he'll try to make it so they can't vote! "Who will you be supporting this upcoming election?" I seem to click republican one too many times. "Thank you for your time, have a nice evening." I finish, when sometimes in reality I want to say something else.