My attempt to come to terms with the ridiculousness of my life..

Sunday, February 10, 2013

Things that might kill me but probably won't.

So for reasons I can no longer fathom, I agreed to be a part of the Vagina Monologues. So this is bad for the following reasons:
    1. I am a terrible actress. I am told that this is not a problem as the Vagina Monologues are about real women blah blah blah.
    2. I am terrified of standing and speaking in front of people. I don't like it, but it is made worse by the fact that I am suppose to be acting, which is something I'm not good at.
    3. My face doesn't match the emotional resonance of my piece because my terrified face is innexplicably also my smiling face. I also have a bad habit of fear laughter.
So I probably won't die from fear or embarrasment but I might. I MIGHT.

Monday, February 4, 2013

HAHAHA I don't know why I never published this

“This is my depressed stance. When you're depressed, it makes a lot of difference how you stand. The worst thing you can do is straighten up and hold your head high because then you'll start to feel better. If you're going to get any joy out of being depressed, you've got to stand like this.” Charlie Brown

Randomly found this in my drafts

"I consider love to be a temporary madness. It erupts like an earthquake and then subsides. And when it subsides you have to make a decision. You have to work out whether your roots have become so entwined together that it is inconceivable that you should ever part. Because this is what love is. Love is not breathlessness, it is not excitement, it is not the promulgation of promises of eternal passion. That is just being "in love" which any of us can convince ourselves we are. Love itself is what is left over when being "in love" has burned away, and this is both an art and a fortunate accident. I want to have it, to feel it, I want the two of us to have roots that grew towards each other underground, and when all the pretty blossom fall from our branches we would find that we were one tree and not two. I want to feel this and I do not want to accept something less."

~ Louis de Bernieres

***Also there was a post titled "How to make friends in a bar" with nothing written in the body. Apparently I lost my train of thoughts or just realized I had absolutely no advice on the subject.

When Love isn't Enough.

Something kind of scary happened recently and I realized that it isn't enough to just love someone.
I'm a big believer in showing my feelings, rather than stating them(or I suck at saying what I'm feeling so I simply hope it comes through.)
But it isn't enough sometimes.
You need to tell people you love them. And often.
Cause one of the worst things in the world is sitting around wondering how other people feel. Or thinking that no one cares. Cause there is almost always someone who does. Despite how it may feel.

My Mom said this to me "Nothing bad has ever come from letting someone know you care."
(I'm not completely convinced but I think its good advice).

So here it is: To all of y'all let it be known: I love you. (Even those I don't know)