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so the reason i implored as to what you believe "having a life" is, is the following... (and thank you to everyone who took the time to respond)
a dear friend of mine suffered the wrath of catty, dramatic teenage girls, and through one way or another, was told she had no life. i hadn't, prior to this moment, expressed exactly how that made me feel.
let me give you some background.
this girl is one of very few who lives an exceptional life. she travels and is cultured and has seen the world. she knows good food and literature and has an extensive vocabulary and a brilliant mind. she spends her weekends going to exciting places, doing amazing things, and someone dared to say she didn't have a life.
when she's out in the world reaping everything it has to offer, the people who condemn her are sitting around stale college dorm rooms sipping beers. they're plopped in hallways making mindless conversation and faking laughter in the name of popularity and social acceptance.
such bullshit.
i wish i was in the position to say something to those people. because i'd give up every night i thought i had some sort of life, by their standards, to live what she does. living a life of planes and trains, living in and out of suitcases. those are what MY dreams are made of. and these foolish, uncultured individuals DARE to say she has no life. she has more joie de vivre (because there really isnt any sort of english counterpart for that) in her pinky finger than any of those people will encounter or embrace in their entire lives.
on another note,
before my job interview today, i had a good half hour to kill. since my new place of employment is next to urban outfitters (which will get me into BIG trouble, as i already set my eye on a pale yellow petticoat), i figured i'd waste my minutes there. i found a book and couch and began to read 'the idiot's guide to hedonism.' i know i've mentioned this many times deep in the past, but... when i had to read the great gatsby for school, it was accompanied by a lengthy paper, of which i chose to write about hedonism. i want to read that book again so i can more deeply respect it, as i normally don't find much adoration for school books. BUT, back on track... i really enjoyed researching hedonism when i did the paper-- to clarify any sort of confusion, hedonism is simply, the pursuit of pleasure. it's a lifestyle. so this book i was reading spoke in great detail about things you could do to increase the luxury and pleasure in your life and i just wanted to soak it all up. i'm sure most of the book was a parody. but you better believe that tomorrow i'm going to the library and finding more books about it. i suggest you read it, too.
i have to get my passport. i want to have a life.
one part of me feels like my relationship is causing a rift. i feel like it's coming between my best friend and i. i so desperately want her to be a part of it, i want the three of us to share time comfortably and do things together. i don't see it happening, though, and it makes me sad.
the other part of me is exceptionally happy as to how my night went. sure, our activities can get repetitive. but it doesn't bother me at all. and i love when you're lying in bed looking at someone and realizing how beautiful they are and how lucky you are to have them. i saw him in a different light tonight. it's funny, the things you say when your eyes are pulled with slumber and your mind is at a slower pace. i don't remember half of what i said, but i do remember making inane comments and behaving... differently. oh well. satisfied, to the utmost degree.
i miss jarah. but am also extremely excited because i know that when we reunite we're going to do amazing things. because thats all i'll allow to happen. and the phantom <3. oh god. the delight in my heart.
this is already terribly long.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY VALERIA.
a dear friend of mine suffered the wrath of catty, dramatic teenage girls, and through one way or another, was told she had no life. i hadn't, prior to this moment, expressed exactly how that made me feel.
let me give you some background.
this girl is one of very few who lives an exceptional life. she travels and is cultured and has seen the world. she knows good food and literature and has an extensive vocabulary and a brilliant mind. she spends her weekends going to exciting places, doing amazing things, and someone dared to say she didn't have a life.
when she's out in the world reaping everything it has to offer, the people who condemn her are sitting around stale college dorm rooms sipping beers. they're plopped in hallways making mindless conversation and faking laughter in the name of popularity and social acceptance.
such bullshit.
i wish i was in the position to say something to those people. because i'd give up every night i thought i had some sort of life, by their standards, to live what she does. living a life of planes and trains, living in and out of suitcases. those are what MY dreams are made of. and these foolish, uncultured individuals DARE to say she has no life. she has more joie de vivre (because there really isnt any sort of english counterpart for that) in her pinky finger than any of those people will encounter or embrace in their entire lives.
on another note,
before my job interview today, i had a good half hour to kill. since my new place of employment is next to urban outfitters (which will get me into BIG trouble, as i already set my eye on a pale yellow petticoat), i figured i'd waste my minutes there. i found a book and couch and began to read 'the idiot's guide to hedonism.' i know i've mentioned this many times deep in the past, but... when i had to read the great gatsby for school, it was accompanied by a lengthy paper, of which i chose to write about hedonism. i want to read that book again so i can more deeply respect it, as i normally don't find much adoration for school books. BUT, back on track... i really enjoyed researching hedonism when i did the paper-- to clarify any sort of confusion, hedonism is simply, the pursuit of pleasure. it's a lifestyle. so this book i was reading spoke in great detail about things you could do to increase the luxury and pleasure in your life and i just wanted to soak it all up. i'm sure most of the book was a parody. but you better believe that tomorrow i'm going to the library and finding more books about it. i suggest you read it, too.
i have to get my passport. i want to have a life.
one part of me feels like my relationship is causing a rift. i feel like it's coming between my best friend and i. i so desperately want her to be a part of it, i want the three of us to share time comfortably and do things together. i don't see it happening, though, and it makes me sad.
the other part of me is exceptionally happy as to how my night went. sure, our activities can get repetitive. but it doesn't bother me at all. and i love when you're lying in bed looking at someone and realizing how beautiful they are and how lucky you are to have them. i saw him in a different light tonight. it's funny, the things you say when your eyes are pulled with slumber and your mind is at a slower pace. i don't remember half of what i said, but i do remember making inane comments and behaving... differently. oh well. satisfied, to the utmost degree.
i miss jarah. but am also extremely excited because i know that when we reunite we're going to do amazing things. because thats all i'll allow to happen. and the phantom <3. oh god. the delight in my heart.
this is already terribly long.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY VALERIA.