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Showing posts with label love. Show all posts
Showing posts with label love. Show all posts
Saturday, June 26, 2010
Monday, May 3, 2010
The Conundrum of Change
Men will never change...and that is a scientific fact. Ok, maybe it's not, but anyone with good sense can see that it is undeniably true. Scared of committing themselves to anything more than their fear of commitment, they continue to prove to us over and over again that while we are looking for a good set of genes, what they are looking for is all in our jeans.
This being said, it is equally aggravating that us women also are incapable of change, yet so devoted to the concept (applied to others of course) that we let our hearts be broken over and over again. You know what's going to happen. We are all the idiot in the horror movie that walks toward the ominous noise. You're going to get cut, stupid. It almost makes me feel sorry for men; we keep expectingthem to be something that they have never been capable. Like throwing a cat off the side of the boat and expecting them to like it. Ultimate failure. Come on, ladies. When are we going to learn to just be content with dealing with the hand we are dealt.
Of course, there are exceptions to the rule, on both accounts. There are some women who are not led by their need for companionship, and there are some good men out there looking for something more. But at the moment, concerning the latter, I'm better off going through strange wardrobes in decrepit houses looking for Narnia.
This being said, it is equally aggravating that us women also are incapable of change, yet so devoted to the concept (applied to others of course) that we let our hearts be broken over and over again. You know what's going to happen. We are all the idiot in the horror movie that walks toward the ominous noise. You're going to get cut, stupid. It almost makes me feel sorry for men; we keep expectingthem to be something that they have never been capable. Like throwing a cat off the side of the boat and expecting them to like it. Ultimate failure. Come on, ladies. When are we going to learn to just be content with dealing with the hand we are dealt.
Of course, there are exceptions to the rule, on both accounts. There are some women who are not led by their need for companionship, and there are some good men out there looking for something more. But at the moment, concerning the latter, I'm better off going through strange wardrobes in decrepit houses looking for Narnia.
Sunday, April 25, 2010
Dorothy in My Head
For today, Dorothy Parker, as usual, has put it into perfect words.
A Dream Lies Dead
A dream lies dead here. May you softly go
Before this place, and turn away your eyes,
Nor seek to know the look of that which dies
Importuning Life for life. Walk not in woe,
But, for a little, let your step be slow.
And, of your mercy, be not sweetly wise
With words of hope and Spring and tenderer skies.
A dream lies dead; and this all mourners know:
Whenever one drifted petal leaves the tree-
Though white of bloom as it had been before
And proudly waitful of fecundity-
One little loveliness can be no more;
And so must Beauty bow her imperfect head
Because a dream has joined the wistful dead!
Sigh... Why can't things just work out for once?
A Dream Lies Dead
A dream lies dead here. May you softly go
Before this place, and turn away your eyes,
Nor seek to know the look of that which dies
Importuning Life for life. Walk not in woe,
But, for a little, let your step be slow.
And, of your mercy, be not sweetly wise
With words of hope and Spring and tenderer skies.
A dream lies dead; and this all mourners know:
Whenever one drifted petal leaves the tree-
Though white of bloom as it had been before
And proudly waitful of fecundity-
One little loveliness can be no more;
And so must Beauty bow her imperfect head
Because a dream has joined the wistful dead!
Sigh... Why can't things just work out for once?
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