The Intern and the Model

In my new theme of living my life, I went to Mass today with my sister. I decided that a little divine intervention would never be a bad thing. It was a really good Mass. I mean, I don’t know if there’s ever such a thing as a bad Mass. But, this one was pretty enjoyable. I think cause they played my favorite hymn, which is the Hallelujah song which they sing in Shrek. Such a good song. After Mass, my sister and I met up with the Intern and the Model. Let me tell you about these guys. (I may have mentioned the Intern in a previous post. I don’t remember. If I did and I repeat, my apologies.) The Intern is this kid who works with my sister. She’s his mentor. He’s 24, and absolutely adorable. He’s from Boston, and seems like what I would picture a typical Bostonian. He has a thick accent. And he says things like “And his mudder [read: mother]! Forget about it!” He’s just the nicest guy. Real hard-working, down-to-earth, nice guy. The Model is his roommate. He’s also from Boston. The two moved out here together. He’s this adorable Italian kid who has the cutest laugh. It’s like a chuckle that makes you want to laugh too. He’s also just a really nice guy. And the two of them together are hilarious. As my sister says, they’re like an old married Italian couple. Here’s a sample bit from a conversation.

Intern: Can we go home before we go out?
Model: Why?
Intern: Cause I want to get something.
Model: What do you want to get?
Intern: I want to get a different shirt. I feel like I should change.
Model: Why do you need to change? You’re fine.
Intern: Cause I want to change my shirt.
Model: You don’t need to change your shirt.

I think this transcription leaves something to be desired. It was so funny in person! It’s just this adorable back and forth banter. Or, when we were leaving.

Model: Walk them to their car!
Intern: Of course I’m going to walk them to their car!

They’re just adorable, thoughtful guys. They were at the same Mass we were at. I don’t know why I think it’s nice when young guys go to Mass on their own. Like, they’re going cause they want to. Not because their mother is making them go. Not just Mass. Whatever religious service a guy goes to. I think it’s nice that they just want to go. I think it speaks highly of a person’s inner character when they go to church because they want to. It’s like they are trying to be a good person. It’s nice to go and think in church. Take some time to just think and organize your thoughts. Maybe re-organize or re-prioritize. At least, that’s what I take from Mass. And I think it’s nice that these young guys decide to go. They’re the guys you wouldn’t think would go. I mean, on any given Friday or Saturday night, you can probably find the Model at some trendy hot spot. He’s a young, good-looking guy who likes to party and meet girls, and have a good time. Yet, he still makes time to go to church every Sunday. So, coffee with them was really fun. And I think that’s the point of living my life. I need to just do my thing and have fun. And I need to remember that I need to come first in my own life. Yes, I will probably never change the fact that a guy I’m dating is a priority in my life. But, I need to remember that I am the first priority. And maybe I don’t need to drop everything to see the Marine. Or whoever it is that I’m hanging out with at the time. I need to do my own thing, and whatever happens will happen. I also realized that I’ve been looking at the Marine situation all wrong. I’ve been stressing about the fact that he’s leaving in 3 weeks. But, what I should be doing, is thinking about him coming back in 5 months. If anything is going to happen, it won’t be now. It will be in 5 months. So, now I need to just be casual with him and hang out and have fun. Keep in touch and send him encouragement while he’s gone. And then, if something is going to happen, it will be in 5 months. Not now. To start something now would be pointless, cause who knows who he’ll be in 5 months. And who knows who I’ll be in 5 months. A lot of this came from talking things over with my sister today. But, that’s what I’ve finally realized. Maybe it was a little divine intervention from the big man upstairs. Maybe it was my wise sister’s advice. Maybe it was being removed from the situation and doing some real soul searching. Maybe it was hanging out with the Intern and the Model and having a great time with them, when I could have just been sitting at home feeling sad that he was gone and not calling. Living my life. That’s my new theme. Doesn’t mean I can’t care about people, or still put myself out there, or go out of my way to make people happy. Doesn’t mean I won’t get hurt. Just means I’m going to be living my life. And if I’m living my life and staying true to myself, then that’s the point of it all no matter what.