words from a forced loner
Twenty two dollars at La Senza, one great plate of Chinese food and four hours of Sex And the City and It's only 10:00 on a Friday night. It was kind of a forced choice for me tonight. Some friends can be like sex, you tell them you have a headache and all questions end with no feelings of guilt. I guess my opinions on sex are limited however because the only research I can get is from Carrie Bradshaw. My god I love the library.
I feel so inspired by her to write about social, sexual, provocative issues; to do research and analyze your life and analyze the lives of others. Of course knowing me there would be very little research and much more analyzing. I want a thought to just pop into my head and the words to come flowing. Sometimes that happens; sometimes I have to work at it.
I want to write. More than anything I want to be passionate and write about it. Not passionate in the "oooh baby lets fuck" passionate. But the enthralled in something forgot to eat dinner this is better than any orgasm passionate; about something real and something selfish. So what I'm wondering is where does the line draw between fake and real? Poser and punk rock? Where does scene meet too trendy and pretty meet Barbie? Where is the balance and whose to judge?
I want to be unique. I can fake being unique but then I guess I'm just a poser. Where does fake it till you make it factor in? Can you really ever not be yourself? The only circumstance I have found where you cant be your self is where other people don't accept you for who your are trying to be. This might seem a bit weird but honestly, we all are trying to be something or somebody and do something great. The people who question who you are and what your doing throw off your dream world of aspirations and immediately kill your cool forcing you to be too trendy fake Barbie posers. Suddenly your secret's out (and the best part is, it isn't even a good one. enough of FOB) but when people look at you and who you are trying to be with disgust it can seriously kill your dreams forever.
I think instead, we should admire people for who they are trying to be and help them get there anyway possible. I think to get to ones true self you have to try on a lot of other people's self before you get that great fit. And the only way I believe you can find a great fit is to find someone who accepts you for who you are trying to be. Than you have two people trying to be the best that they can be in perfect harmony. We stick with the people who want to be with our personality. I think that when you, me, we, meet the right person whoever you are on that day will be who you are for life. And that is how we find ourselves, until then it's a scavenger hunt for personalities that work. And of course some great friends and accessorizes to go along with it.
That definitely satisfied my need to write. I'd love to hear back from you
Love,
Jodeexi
I feel so inspired by her to write about social, sexual, provocative issues; to do research and analyze your life and analyze the lives of others. Of course knowing me there would be very little research and much more analyzing. I want a thought to just pop into my head and the words to come flowing. Sometimes that happens; sometimes I have to work at it.
I want to write. More than anything I want to be passionate and write about it. Not passionate in the "oooh baby lets fuck" passionate. But the enthralled in something forgot to eat dinner this is better than any orgasm passionate; about something real and something selfish. So what I'm wondering is where does the line draw between fake and real? Poser and punk rock? Where does scene meet too trendy and pretty meet Barbie? Where is the balance and whose to judge?
I want to be unique. I can fake being unique but then I guess I'm just a poser. Where does fake it till you make it factor in? Can you really ever not be yourself? The only circumstance I have found where you cant be your self is where other people don't accept you for who your are trying to be. This might seem a bit weird but honestly, we all are trying to be something or somebody and do something great. The people who question who you are and what your doing throw off your dream world of aspirations and immediately kill your cool forcing you to be too trendy fake Barbie posers. Suddenly your secret's out (and the best part is, it isn't even a good one. enough of FOB) but when people look at you and who you are trying to be with disgust it can seriously kill your dreams forever.
I think instead, we should admire people for who they are trying to be and help them get there anyway possible. I think to get to ones true self you have to try on a lot of other people's self before you get that great fit. And the only way I believe you can find a great fit is to find someone who accepts you for who you are trying to be. Than you have two people trying to be the best that they can be in perfect harmony. We stick with the people who want to be with our personality. I think that when you, me, we, meet the right person whoever you are on that day will be who you are for life. And that is how we find ourselves, until then it's a scavenger hunt for personalities that work. And of course some great friends and accessorizes to go along with it.
That definitely satisfied my need to write. I'd love to hear back from you
Love,
Jodeexi