“Love is when you look into someone’s eyes and suddenly you go all the way inside, to their soul, and you both know instantly. I always imagined I’d fall in love nursing a blind soldier who was wounded in battle. Or maybe while rescuing someone in the middle of a blizzard, seconds before the avalanche hits.”
Angela Chase of “My So Called Life” said lots of words to live by, if you were an awkward, 15-year-old sophomore in high school in 1994. Which I was. And I was especially fond of her deep musings about love or, more specifically, her musings about Jordan Catalano. If Angela could go for Jordan Catalano, then so could I, I thought. Well not him exactly—but an alternative him. Sure, it seemed a tad unrealistic considering that no remotely hot guys went to my high school. And even if they did, they would never look twice at me, the bookish, alternative, theater girl. But still, I believed. Keep reading »