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Thursday, December 08, 2005

Other side stretch, flat back stretch...

I had this bad fever yesterday morning, and I stayed in (bed) for most of the day until I decided I would wither my life away and got up to do something about myself. I forget what I used to wile my time away, but I do remember going out on a walk with Mash (because she promised to buy me a drink).
So I bundle up to brave the weather. I couldn't find gloves in the spur of the moment, so I put leg warmers on my hands. They were wonderful, I think I'll do that more often.
We buy drinks and sit on the sea wall, and of course Mash has to make a comment about the stars. Thank God it was something like "Wow, goddamnit, there's tons of stars." As opposed to "Amazing! Hail the almighty God! How great thou art! How small we art!" I always thought that talking about the stars was a lame plan B to fall back on when you have nothing else to say.
So then we get into bickering about how the whole "screw you" attitude toward the world is a result of sour grapes. Everyone's sour grapes about something. I mean, sure we'd all like the kind of guy who could pull off the whole piercing, intense, violently passionate and serious lover stuff, but because people don't like to feel like dreamers, they step on the dreams instead. As a result, it becomes "cheesy", just because all we've ever seen are people who TRY but can't exactly make it, at least not in the way we'd like.
So sure, now we're all realistic about the whole love and romance thing. Lack-luster and "wise". I just think it makes us, as a race, harder to love.

9 comments:

Anonymous nina said...

...touch ur ankles, & liift urself up! ;)

Sorry to hear u got sick. I hope u're feeling better now.

Ah, Flo, I'm not sure I follow u on that post, but I think I kinda get the spirit of what u're trying to say: "Too smart for my own good"? Or maybe I just interpreted it that way b/c I hv a tendency to start thinking negatively myself, & can get cynical if I don't watch out.

I recently found this quote that I'd written down in a notebk yrs ago when I watched a lot of ppl close to me turn cynical, & felt like becoming a cynic myself:

"Never give up hope, for without it, faith & love are hard to have."

12/08/2005 10:10 PM  
Blogger Das None said...

I hardly disagree and not only to be contrary my crooked friend. You know in a humanity, ever covered with a general cliche covering of misconceptions. Like pond-scum. In the general life that you only get what you make for ones self. Leaves little place for love.

The general misconception is that we can put love in a box. Only to be struck soundly on the back of the head wist we are concentrating on the box. We put it in moments before and left more confidant in our ability to box love then ever.
So we run into the wall get back up turn around and run smack into another.

The only thing is that love is the mother of all emotion. You cannot have one without the love being involved slightly. Which is just how emotions play. But in a world where more and more rationalize. It all leads to nonacceptance in life. And "love" being pretty much just the opposite acceptance.

But then again I'm just a retarded lad what would one like me know of love.

12/08/2005 11:04 PM  
Anonymous Mash said...

You know what I love about us Shizites?
We're honest. We're expressive. We're critical.
Yeah, in that order.

End of story.

Fuck the grapes; they'll rot eventually or mature into wine.

12/09/2005 12:23 AM  
Blogger Florence said...

YABAI
I'm not cynical! Or at least I don't think I am! Mash says I am...but no. It's just an attempt to draw away from her own terrible cynicism. My cynicism is all in jest, it's a healthy practice. May I never become too cynical for the simple things in life, such as love...one of the anomalies we just have got to accept into our lives, homes, and hearts.
Hey Nina, good stuff to know. Being sour grapes is humorous, at best.
Uh, das none...what are you inhaling?
HAHAHAHA...Mash, I love you and your sour smell. It's endearing.

12/09/2005 10:44 AM  
Anonymous Mash said...

Florence, there IS a difference between cynicism, realism and romanticism. And everyone has a different level of all those things in them.

As for me, I'd rather be realistic, see things straight up and (brutely) honest rather then have my head in fairyhairy land, romanticising about future relationships, dreaming about my knight in shining armour and how so-and-so is the M and E in me and pining cause someone called my dress frilly!

News flash: Relationships aren't all rosy and cosy. Someone calling you a cynic is not a big deal. Nobody cares except for you. So get over it.

Granted, we should look at things positively. But the only time you should fantisize is when naked bodies, ropes, whips, handcuffs and exchange of bodily fluids are involved.

And what? Love is something we have to accept in our lives?! Don't you mean embrace?

12/09/2005 11:03 AM  
Blogger Florence said...

Hahahaha Nin and I'm so glad to know someone got my inside "exercise for life" joke. That woman is a gangsta.
MASH...Goddarnit, you say EXACTLY what I say, except for some reason you think you're disagreeing with me. HELLO.
We accept the ponderous and never-ending theory of love as simply as we can, and then we embrace it. Of course you knew what I meant, you're just trying to make me feel STUPID.
I LOVE CHRISTMAS!!!

12/09/2005 12:49 PM  
Anonymous mash said...

I knew that you know what I know you knew, no?

So throw on your jacket and I'll buy you a drink.

12/09/2005 1:46 PM  
Blogger Florence said...

THANKS MASH!!!

12/09/2005 3:16 PM  
Blogger Florence said...

Suddenly I'm ashamed of this post.
What was intended as a light-hearted story now has the look of one of those attempts at intellectual murk.
I HATE IT.

12/10/2005 12:46 PM  

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