Relationships, babies, and other stuffs I've been thinking about at this point in my life...

So I've had this girlfriend-type person following me around lately. I likes it. Tomorrow is actually our three month-iversary. Yes, I remember that sort of thing. Cute...? Anyway, she seems to likes me, too. I can't quite figure out why. I'm odd. We all know this. I've come to not only accept it, but even embrace it. And while many of the Y-chromosome-deficient individuals I know find me nice, charming, and even sweet, I just haven't ever really been 'boyfriend material'. I end up being a really good friend, and that's it. Catherine finds my dorkiness adorable. We've actually combined the two into 'adorkable'. And she's 'hotnoxious'. Yes, we're disgusting that way. All the cutsie, coupley things I used to think were kind of dumb, I find myself doing...and loving them. The 'L' word has been running rampant lately. The 'M' word has been discussed....a couple of times. Scary for a former member of WAS (if you don't know, just ask...it's a silly high school thing). But honestly, the thought doesn't terrify me. And that's what I really sort of find terrifying.

While we're on the subject of terrifying things, I received some news at drill last weekend. Sometime late '09 or early '10, my unit is getting deployed again. Lame to the nth degree. Deployments suck. Not because you have to put your life (job, education, etc...) on hold. Not because the standard of living is perfectly abyssmal. Not even because they're potentially fatal. But because they separate you from the ones you love the most. That sucks worse than anything. Ever. Catherine asked me during one of our lengthy discussions if (if we did get married) I would want to before the deployment. That's a really tough one. On the one hand, it would be great to have someone waiting for me back home. On the other, not having to worry about getting left, or cheated on, or anything might make it easier. Maybe? But after a long think, I decided yes, I would want to before I got deployed.

Now the other part of the title: Babies. My sister is having one. My step-sister has one. Several of my friends are having ones (and some already do). And my other little sister has a fake one for a class which looks eerily like her boyfriend. No, I'm not going to have one anytime soon. Actually, with the pending deployment, I really don't think I want one 'til after. Catherine would have enough to worry about without having to take care of a kid by herself.

Thinking, writing, and talking about all these things has made me realize just how 'adult' I am/will soon be. I still don't feel 'grown up'. And the thought of being 'grown up' is another thing that terrifies me. But then I look at my Grandpa Huff. 74(+-) years old. Knowing him the way I do, there's no way that man can feel grown up. He still has a childlike wonder about him that could make Raggedy Andy look like Ben Stein. I only hope I can retain mine throughout the next few years.

That is all.

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