Meh. Ramble Rumble. Here I am again.
What happened to my sense of composure? to my self-respect? to my decisive nature? It seems I no longer understand myself in any context whatsoever. The rearranging of my immediate and extended family has caused rifts deeper than imaginable. No longer can we have civilized conversations without hidden animosity.
"What do you need to be happy...?"
"....I don't know...
Love."
Screw Love.
Is not love a creation of our imagination? So often love is flushed down the toilet in the path of selfish desires; its trustworthy and loyalties seem temporal and spellbindingly short. Do I need a love that is forged in blood? no. Do I desire a love voluntary and affectionate? yes. Is it bound to fail? perhaps. Am I willing to try again? dunno.
I almost did it. So close, yet so far. My own yearnings failed me utterly and completely. If my desire was true, then I would've followed through on my confident approach. Yet my cajones, huevos, testicularly psychological and physiological support gave way. Why do I seek companionship? I can't lie to myself; it's just not possible. Am I really ready for commitment? I would appreicate it and am ready for it. Why am I not convinced by myself? hmm. interesting.
To be continued... Monday perhaps. If my manhood is up to pace.
"Something's Gotta Give"
- A comical relief of the ironic realities of modern day relationships and commitment. Amusing and ridiculous, yet painfully potent in its pin prick of a reminder in the failures of current day romance. With a fabulous and yet expectantly happy ending, the film brings fluttering apprehension of melancholy to the audience.
- Something Simple -
May love so sweet, be once again laid at your feet.
A pleasant deed, my warning please heed.
Letting your heart taunt, nary one shall you flaunt.
Harrowing dangers befall you, then again we all knew.
- Yours. Truly.
"What do you need to be happy...?"
"....I don't know...
Love."
Screw Love.
Is not love a creation of our imagination? So often love is flushed down the toilet in the path of selfish desires; its trustworthy and loyalties seem temporal and spellbindingly short. Do I need a love that is forged in blood? no. Do I desire a love voluntary and affectionate? yes. Is it bound to fail? perhaps. Am I willing to try again? dunno.
I almost did it. So close, yet so far. My own yearnings failed me utterly and completely. If my desire was true, then I would've followed through on my confident approach. Yet my cajones, huevos, testicularly psychological and physiological support gave way. Why do I seek companionship? I can't lie to myself; it's just not possible. Am I really ready for commitment? I would appreicate it and am ready for it. Why am I not convinced by myself? hmm. interesting.
To be continued... Monday perhaps. If my manhood is up to pace.
"Something's Gotta Give"
- A comical relief of the ironic realities of modern day relationships and commitment. Amusing and ridiculous, yet painfully potent in its pin prick of a reminder in the failures of current day romance. With a fabulous and yet expectantly happy ending, the film brings fluttering apprehension of melancholy to the audience.
- Something Simple -
May love so sweet, be once again laid at your feet.
A pleasant deed, my warning please heed.
Letting your heart taunt, nary one shall you flaunt.
Harrowing dangers befall you, then again we all knew.
- Yours. Truly.