My Most Embarrassing Little Life Story...Thus Far.

Sometimes, I don't understand why we are the way that we are.
Or at least sometimes I don't understand why I am the way that I am.
I'm "ridonkulous", a complete BUFFOON.
Here's a little bit of humor for ya:
Do you ever go back to all of the "oh god, why was I like that" memories, 
Imagining every scenario in your head of how better those times could have happened? 
Yes, I know you do...and literally anyone that has ever existed, hello.
You know what I like to do when I'm having one of those moments?
Face them all over again and make more of a fool of myself for my own personal humor,
Mostly because I hate having a dull life.
Believe me, it's not funny in the moment but after it happens,
Oh MAN, I can happily say how ridiculous that was and then laugh about it.
For example:
In middle school, I had an outrageous, love-driven obsession with a boy.
I wrote his name in all my notebooks,
On desks in every classroom,
On my bedroom walls and ceiling, 
Maybe wrote a poem containing 84 adjectives of how I would've described him,
Shoved a couple - I mean, a LOT of notes in his locker,
Oh and I once stole his basketball jersey just so he would have to come up to me;
You know, a thing every girl does I'm sure (not sure).
Now that I remember, I made one of his cheesy middle school basketball photos
The background picture on my very first laptop.
I stared at it every - single - day...all day...as I'm sure you can imagine or believe.
Well! Can you guess what I did almost TEN years later?
You're damn right I directly and with full outburst-like intension messaged that guy and said
That I loved him like a rabid animal (see what I did there, "rabid"), of which was heavily on drugs: 

• A blind and clouded mind that probably didn't know what was going on
• Absolutely no filter or control of anything
• And honestly, just bat-shit crazy.

But I also said to him...that he was lucky to have wrapped my love
Around his fat little middle-school-sized finger 
Because I'm a picky individual and I obviously think he deserved it.
Then again, I've always been a hopeless romantic so I guess that's a little anticlimatic..
Message after message, it came to a conclusion of me saying
"I'm sorry for my actions...yadda-yadda...kiss my ass"
You know the "make up and forget you" part of those kinds of conversations.
So anyway, after leaving out only the most minor of details,
Of which I'm sure you and I probably shouldn't care about and don't need to care about,
I've given you my most embarrassing little life story thus far; and well,
You've...probably just read the most embarrassing little life story of someone thus far.
Congratulations. Hope you enjoyed. I'm not done yet.
I guess as every story, you can learn from this, even as I have,
Realizing that life can get too serious sometimes (for me, a little boring)
And that you can always use a laugh 
No matter what age you are, what situation you're in, or wherever you're at.
Even after however many years something has happened in the past,
There's always a way and a time to spice up one of your life's many little short stories...
Memories...lessons...whatevers...
You know what I'm getting at.