oh that dorothy parker

dorothy parker has a poem about a woman waiting for the phone to ring - you can read it here: http://www.classicshorts.com/stories/teleycal.html

it embarrassingly and quite accurately describes a woman's angst/psychosis. It's interesting b/c this poem was probably written in the 20s/30s and yet this same psychosis still happens to woman of 2010 and will probably continue to happen for years to come.

we have grown and adapted so much and yet, love and lust and sheer anxiety over the affections of the opposite sex are still things that cause the most human emotion, that result in box office movies, best selling novels and countless well-read (or unread) blog postings.

I wonder sometimes, as we continue to progress in society, will this anxious, love-sick genre of women diminish? Will heartache after heartache adapt the modern woman into a stoic emotionless apathetic species?

Darwin's survival of the fittest theory is accurate often - is survival of the heartaches the next adapted breed of women in the future?

if that's the case, adapt without me please.

and honestly...

my money's on the dorothy's of the world.

oh socrates

"For now, just think of death as a transformation - a bit more radical than puberty, but nothing to get particularly upset about. It's just one of the body's changes. When it happens, it happens. The warrior neither seeks death nor flees from it.

His face grew more somber before he spoke again. 'Death is not sad; the sad thing is that most people don't really live at all.'"

how i met your mother

i heard this on 'how i met your mother' today:

"shouldn't we hold out for the person who doesn't just tolerate our little quirks but actually kinda likes them?"

i'm always going to be that girl who likes dessert just a little too much, who isn't interested enough in politics to have a long debate but still has an opinion that wants to be valued, who likes wearing flowy dresses, who likes to wander the new york city streets aimlessly and who is just a little bit too loud once in a while.

shouldn't i hold out for the person who kinda likes my quirks, and doesn't just tolerate them?

and shouldn't i wait to be with someone who's quirks i like, and don't just have an 'open mind' about?

yes and yes.

so many signs so many signs.

on God

God has a plan for everyone. Who am I to complain and cry about it?

I'm sure..in fact, I know! that God's plan for me is going to be so great - and while thing's hurt me right now ..it's all part of the plan!

perhaps this post makes no sense..but it's my optimistic post of the week/year.

deal with it.

masks

i'm wearing a mask when i talk to you.

yes, that right. you right there. you reading this. you on the phone. you, you and you.

all of you.

mask.

gotta love those cliches

it's getting harder and harder for me to keep repeating 'everything happens for a reason' and 'at the end of the day it will all be ok' and 'it is what it is' mantras.

when are they going to become a reality?

people say its important to have patience.

i've been patient - i know patience...and honestly, she's being a bitch.

i need a sign. please please please just give me a sign to confirm the cliches i hold as truths spouted from the sky.

moping enabler

there's a guy in school who mopes with me.

we mope about our lost loves together.

it's cathartic - almost like scratching a scab when its itchy...

until the scab gives way to bright red oozing blood.

hopefully my venting with my moping enabler won't cause the same sort of pain.