Switchfoot is a religious band and many of you know how I feel about concrete religion. If not, you can guess. However, this song, when related to my life has nothing to do with religion. It's about those times in my life when I, or someone else involved in my life, just needs to be dared to move.
So right now, we're going to venture back into my love life. You're going to roll your eyes: 1) Because you thought I had moved on to different topics. 2) Because you're tired of hearing me waffle back and forth between a countless and endless number of guys. However, I PROMISE that my hiatus from talking about my love life has given me new perspective and I am ready to discuss it more intelligently and less profusely.
Basically, I'm in a rut. I'm in a rut because Stewart is very much my type. My type as I've realized is pretty much what I've always envisioned my type to be. Funny enough, Connor, the first guy I really fell for, is not actually my type even though he somewhat appears to be. Drake isn't. Jacob definitely isn't. That leaves Edward and Stewart. Look back through my previous blogs to find out what happened with Edward. It was a catastrophe that now seeing it in retrospect, I can fully accept and realize.
Ed and I had a similar connection to the one that exists between me and Stewart. The one between me and Stewart is slightly larger and more obvious, but it's still similar. Last time, I did everything I could to mess it up - unknowingly at first up to the point when I was no longer thinking clearly. This time, I'm prepared not to. I'm prepared to wait until the time is right and until I receive a stronger impulse to act. The allure of the type I tend to fall for is that they generally don't make moves out of shyness or whatever such that when they do, it's monumental. Stewart has made quite a few of such moves but I still wonder if it's really my turn to act. After all, if he continues to make moves, how can I be sure that he won't eventually make the deciding move himself? Won't that be worth waiting for?
It's hard to say. I really like Stewart. I have grown to like, respect and be enamored by him. I want to have as much time with him as I can. I want to fully enjoy the connection we've developed before we're forced to take separate ways. You all know the extent to which his recent presence in my life has affected me. I find it strange myself that that week in Lake Placid landed me with both two new best friends and an intense affinity for someone I hardly know. However, that is the truth of the matter and as I have already accepted it, I am wondering why I am not finding it fit to act. I guess it's because it just doesn't feel right for me to make the move this time. I put him in my band. I am Miss Independent. It's his turn to buck up and make a say of this. If I guide him from the self-imposed backgrounds, I have no doubt he eventually will. He may need A LOT of guidance, but I'm prepared to give it sporadically as long as the deciding move is his.
We're in limbo now, Stewart. Instead of daring myself, I'm "daring you to move" as part of a day that's "never happened before" but should.
Lyrics to "Dare You To Move":
Welcome to existence
Everyone's here
Everyone's here
Everybody's watching you now
Everybody waits for you now
What happens next
What happens next
[Chorus]
I dare you to move
I dare you to move
I dare you to lift yourself up off the floor
I dare you to move
I dare you to move
Like today never happened
Today never happened before
Welcome to the fallout
Welcome to resistance
The tension is here
Tension is here
Between who you are and who you could be
Between how it is and how it should be
[Chorus]
Maybe redemption has stories to tell
Maybe forgiveness is right where you fell
Where can you run to escape from yourself?
Where you gonna go?
Where you gonna go?
Salvation is here
I dare you to move
I dare you to move
I dare you to lift yourself up off the floor
I dare you to move
I dare you to move
Like today never happened
Today never happened
Today never happened
Today never happened before
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