mushy gushy follow your heart

This might be mushy and maybe even a little bit gushy, but that's just how hearts go, so I'm sorry.
Our hearts speak to us and tell us to do things that will make us happy
they tell us to follow them and not the brain,
they say the brain never did anything but math and visual processing
that nothing good ever came from being complacent
so what do we do?
we take its hand and follow it into the unknown
hoping for the best but expecting the worst.
I recently followed my heart
it told me to kiss my best friends younger sister
it told me it would make me happy,
and it did
I'm arguably the happiest I've ever been,
scratch that,
I am
and I know that I could never gotten here following my brain
and I have absolutely no clue what comes next,
but that's half the fun
I guess that's just how following your heart goes now doesn't it

That one girls pool

So there was this one time when my friends and I all went to this on chicks house on a friday night there were about 7 or 8 of us guys that showed up at this house. The thing is, the house wasn't just an average house, it was really nice, like it has an indoor basketball court and an indoor rock climbing wall and a bunch of other stuff. So we get there and everyone is doing is doing lame stuff, so we take it into our own hands to show ourselves around this nice home we have just been welcomed into. So all 8 of us start going room to room poking our heads in and looking around. After about 4 or 5 rooms we open up a door and walk into their exercise room that has an indoor pool in it. Everyone starts losing their mind and gets into this room as fast as we can and we lock the door behind us. I ran over to the crank for the pool cover and removed it meanwhile everyone else hadn't planned on swimming so everyone stripped down to their underwear and started to get in. I was the only one who didn't because I was the guy in charge of lookout, I was also the only guy who seemed to realize that there may be some type of repercussions to the whole thing, so I was fine with being the lookout guy. I hung out on the outside of the room for a while faithfully fulfilling my duty when they began to sing "I need the every hour" from the pool, so I went back inside for a minute to see what was going on. No more than a minute later do we hear a banging on the door and lots of yelling from the other side. Next thing you know, the door unlocks and swings open and 7 wet, cold, scantily clothed young men, grabbed all of their clothes and ran for the door as fast as they could. It was absolute mayhem, wet bodies slipping and falling into things as they tried to take the corners too fast. Almost all of the girls started screaming and one of them broke down crying. All 8 of us sprinting out the backdoor, 7 of us in nothing but underwear, tromping through the snow to get to the car. I was the driver and the last guy barely made it into the car before we peeled out. As we were about a half mile down the road one of the guys yells "wait, I left one of my shoes in there" he had left his right shoe back at the pool, and these weren't just any shoes, these were the Kobe 10's, arguably worth more than the car we were in. That being the case we had no choice but to go back to the scene of the crime and rescue what we had lost. We pulled up to the house and you could hear the wails of a crying girl from outside the house. The girl who owned the house was waist deep in the pool in tears trying to "fix" the pool but only making it much worse. As we walked inside it was somber as a funeral, not a soul in there was saying a word for fear for being banned from the house for eternity. We solemnly filed into the pool room and she really let us know how she felt, punching and hitting some of us. Yelling the whole time. There was nothing to do but get the shoe and leave, nothing we could say or do would console her. So that is what we did. And I've tried to avoid her ever since.

What happens in vegas, stays in vegas

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