A Curious Girl: True love

My work is a mess, and I'm in trouble. But I want to write about something else first...

I've discovered the meaning of true love. Everyone listen up- this is important.

The most honourable, true and pure love we can have for another human is our love for our friends. It's freely given and not linked to attractiveness or cupboard love. I can't believe I've spent so long pining after various blokes, wondering whether 'this is love' only to find that my friends are like sisters and my sister is one of these friends. I love them all - I finally realise this talking to Abi, reading her e-mail after she read yesterday's diary entry. They can annoy and irritate me, but I'll forgive them because they forgive me, and they don't criticise me, or tell me that they want to limit our friendship to just 'having a laugh and a joke in CU' (to quote David), and they don't say "we're going to far" or "our friendship can't possibly last during our separation" and when you break up with a friend, people never say "there are plenty more fish in the sea" because they know that friends are more precious than lovers.

I guess this is why Jesus never got married (unless you count the marriage in Heaven :-)

This is why you've got to be friends with someone if you want to be 'lovers', because otherwise you're doomed to fail eventually. In my case, before even an initial victory.

I had English today, one with Mr. R, who gave my essay a B and handed it back with a photocopy of Olwyn's, to add insult to injury. At least it wasn't another B-.

Another was with Dr. A II, but I forgot to ask for my other essay back. Double chem with Dr. C was boring. I had to work with Lucy B. (whom I don't really mind) instead of Elaine, because she wasn't in, and hasn't been for ages. Elaine and I are a pretty good team, when she's not saying "oh let's give up". The defeatist attitude really annoys me sometimes. When it's not me being defeatist that is. :-)

I had a free, and Abi and I went to the music room to play stuff. Well she played the Manics and I mainly listened, and sometimes played silly things on the piano. Miss V, the part-time music teacher came in, and went out again, then I started playing and she yelled to shut the door. Why didn't she close it herself? Silly woman.

During English, Chris asked for forgiveness about going on about d: and not giving God His (or his) due. So I told her all was forgiven. Her note was slightly incoherent, so I'm still not quite sure what I was forgiving, but never mind :-)

I also read more of Nicola's diary, and it is a truly wonderful read.

It's only taken half an hour to write this entry, and joyfully I am out of inspiration. Thank you Lord, and now help me out with my essays...

Amen

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