Wednesday, June 10, 2009
Wednesday, June 3, 2009
I tend to try and find the whimsy in life. I mean really in this day and age its hard to not try and look on the so-called bright side. If I don't I get caught up in the news and I somehow talk myself into thinking I'm going to die of Swine Flu and SARS. I'm not joking -- I wish I was.
Making use of public transportation is something I do on a regular basis. To/from work or to just save on excessive parking. Its just easier for me, and its a big plus to not have to cry over being raped for parking downtown. Really, 14 bucks for 9 hours!? For that much you'd better wash and clean out my car. Shoot. Obama, hook a sister up.
For some bussing it can be considered unreasonable, gross, not cool...etc. Cuz, its so much cooler to not be able to be in the HOV lane and be screaming at the person in front of you. Oh and to waste money on parking and gas... Yeah funtimes. But I realize for some people its just comfort. I give myself a high five when I get on a bus with a/c on a hot day, or a bus that won't breakdown in Belltown on my way to Queen Anne due to snow. I'm still in therapy trying to forget that disaster.
Anyhow. What does this have to do with yanno. Wimsey? Well. This is where the crazy comes out. Or at least me making the best of the situation. Or trying to entertain myself to the best of my ability.
Those who *know* me, understand that I have a love for music that cannot be surpassed and if I wasn't with someone who appreciated it as much as I did, I would say music is my boyfriend (cue CSS, if you get that, I love you). If you were to cut me I'd bleed cds and Ipods. I think I was ment to be with a musician in a way. Music appreciation can win me over. Jeff Buckley on a first date helps as well.
I take this time on the bus to listen to music and I find downtown Seattle turning into Bjorks "its oh so quiet" video.
Or even the scene in Kevin Smiths "Clerks 2".
People walking and dancing to the music. Doing dances with umbrellas and shit. Or really people just walking to the beat of what I happen to be listening to. In my head its the soundtrack to my day, and the people I see around me just happen to be a part of it all.
Maybe its the city, it makes me happy. I just picture everyone walking around listening to the amazing song I am and enjoying it as much as I do.
Of course, it would be great if they could break into song and dance just for me. So if you see me on the 2X or the 13, smile and do a little jig for me, ok? We'll be friends for life.
Making use of public transportation is something I do on a regular basis. To/from work or to just save on excessive parking. Its just easier for me, and its a big plus to not have to cry over being raped for parking downtown. Really, 14 bucks for 9 hours!? For that much you'd better wash and clean out my car. Shoot. Obama, hook a sister up.
For some bussing it can be considered unreasonable, gross, not cool...etc. Cuz, its so much cooler to not be able to be in the HOV lane and be screaming at the person in front of you. Oh and to waste money on parking and gas... Yeah funtimes. But I realize for some people its just comfort. I give myself a high five when I get on a bus with a/c on a hot day, or a bus that won't breakdown in Belltown on my way to Queen Anne due to snow. I'm still in therapy trying to forget that disaster.
Anyhow. What does this have to do with yanno. Wimsey? Well. This is where the crazy comes out. Or at least me making the best of the situation. Or trying to entertain myself to the best of my ability.
Those who *know* me, understand that I have a love for music that cannot be surpassed and if I wasn't with someone who appreciated it as much as I did, I would say music is my boyfriend (cue CSS, if you get that, I love you). If you were to cut me I'd bleed cds and Ipods. I think I was ment to be with a musician in a way. Music appreciation can win me over. Jeff Buckley on a first date helps as well.
I take this time on the bus to listen to music and I find downtown Seattle turning into Bjorks "its oh so quiet" video.
Or even the scene in Kevin Smiths "Clerks 2".
People walking and dancing to the music. Doing dances with umbrellas and shit. Or really people just walking to the beat of what I happen to be listening to. In my head its the soundtrack to my day, and the people I see around me just happen to be a part of it all.
Maybe its the city, it makes me happy. I just picture everyone walking around listening to the amazing song I am and enjoying it as much as I do.
Of course, it would be great if they could break into song and dance just for me. So if you see me on the 2X or the 13, smile and do a little jig for me, ok? We'll be friends for life.
Tuesday, June 2, 2009
Since I'm on a roll I figure I'd explain myself... and the want/need/desire to start another damn blog.
At heart I'm a writer. I have opinions, thoughts..etc like an normal human being and until lately I've had the worst writers block that there is. Like. A brick was blocking my thoughts and you know. Life gets in the way. So I decided to stop. But, my ego says, Meme, start writing again. Your thoughts matter, love. So here I am. I'm attempting to NOT jump onto the blogging bandwagon and I guess I am. Fail. But who gives flying eff.
I've bounced around the internet for almost 10 years now in various forms. Started off with a personal website (way before blogging was the hip thing to do) where I mostly unleashed my teenage mum angst about how awful life was... then it turned into a online portfolio of my photography. Then I stopped. Life happened again. Then I was on Livejournal for awhile. Gave that up.
And here I am. Twitter is what opened the floodgates to me wanting to write again. Even if it's something that only I am going to care about. I'm going to do it. Again. At some point I'm hoping to merge this as part of my photography portfolio. But for now. This is good enough for me. Baby steps!
And thanks Twitter, for making me want to write again. Cuz, sometimes 140 just isn't enough.
At heart I'm a writer. I have opinions, thoughts..etc like an normal human being and until lately I've had the worst writers block that there is. Like. A brick was blocking my thoughts and you know. Life gets in the way. So I decided to stop. But, my ego says, Meme, start writing again. Your thoughts matter, love. So here I am. I'm attempting to NOT jump onto the blogging bandwagon and I guess I am. Fail. But who gives flying eff.
I've bounced around the internet for almost 10 years now in various forms. Started off with a personal website (way before blogging was the hip thing to do) where I mostly unleashed my teenage mum angst about how awful life was... then it turned into a online portfolio of my photography. Then I stopped. Life happened again. Then I was on Livejournal for awhile. Gave that up.
And here I am. Twitter is what opened the floodgates to me wanting to write again. Even if it's something that only I am going to care about. I'm going to do it. Again. At some point I'm hoping to merge this as part of my photography portfolio. But for now. This is good enough for me. Baby steps!
And thanks Twitter, for making me want to write again. Cuz, sometimes 140 just isn't enough.
Labels can SUCK IT.
I've found myself in a very committed relationship of two years. There are no questions about what either one of us want out of the shindig. It's all very straight to the point and we've been honest since day one. I can only speak for myself and say that when I got into this relationship I was coming out of a real doozy of a situation with my chitlins father. Drama galore. So, I walked into this one with my guard up -- and ready to get fucked over again.
What I've found interesting in the time that we have been together, people have always wondered why things have progressed slowly. Merging lives, children...etc. To us it's always been simple to take it slow and not rush into anything huge. I've found that more damage can be done by rushing into relationship situations than good.
So now I for one (I'm sure he isn't) gets asked questions about things as simple as getting married, having more children... you know. Things that are considered normal for most people to wonder about. But personally these are things that just don't cross my mind at all.
Sure, I have a vagina and I'd love to have a huge wedding and be married. But now I'm at the point where I think what will that do? Not because I'm leery of any part of our situation, but because in my life I've found that a label, or some piece of paper is not going seal the deal. When you love someone, you just love them. That's it! Life for some of us can really be that simple.
So why is it so hard to understand for others? I get that in life we observe other people and what situations they are in but why the harp-ness of a wedding and more kids? I'm sure we're all guilty of asking questions... but why such intrusive questions?
But in the end, this is the thing. I dont want to be met with OMG shock and awe when I say, no. I don't really think we *need* to get married ever, and no, we don't want anymore kids. I have two of my own that are grown and he has none. We have a bit of an age gap (12 years) and we are both at the point in life where we just want things to calm down and enjoy each other. Not start all over and have to worry about diapers...oh and you know, me birthing a baby. No go. This vagina is closed for baby business.
To those who are married and happy or wanting that, it's cool. I get you. This isn't a rant against any of that. Sometimes I just feel like we need to let go of the labels that life tries to force upon us and just do in the end what makes us feel happy/loved/adored.
In the end, all we need to do is make ourselves happy and cut the BS of worrying about what others think. It's a no win situation when that goes down.
So internet, make yourself happy. In whatever shape or form that is. It's all about you, be a selfish bitch or asshole and just do it for yourself. That's what's going to count in the end.
What I've found interesting in the time that we have been together, people have always wondered why things have progressed slowly. Merging lives, children...etc. To us it's always been simple to take it slow and not rush into anything huge. I've found that more damage can be done by rushing into relationship situations than good.
So now I for one (I'm sure he isn't) gets asked questions about things as simple as getting married, having more children... you know. Things that are considered normal for most people to wonder about. But personally these are things that just don't cross my mind at all.
Sure, I have a vagina and I'd love to have a huge wedding and be married. But now I'm at the point where I think what will that do? Not because I'm leery of any part of our situation, but because in my life I've found that a label, or some piece of paper is not going seal the deal. When you love someone, you just love them. That's it! Life for some of us can really be that simple.
So why is it so hard to understand for others? I get that in life we observe other people and what situations they are in but why the harp-ness of a wedding and more kids? I'm sure we're all guilty of asking questions... but why such intrusive questions?
But in the end, this is the thing. I dont want to be met with OMG shock and awe when I say, no. I don't really think we *need* to get married ever, and no, we don't want anymore kids. I have two of my own that are grown and he has none. We have a bit of an age gap (12 years) and we are both at the point in life where we just want things to calm down and enjoy each other. Not start all over and have to worry about diapers...oh and you know, me birthing a baby. No go. This vagina is closed for baby business.
To those who are married and happy or wanting that, it's cool. I get you. This isn't a rant against any of that. Sometimes I just feel like we need to let go of the labels that life tries to force upon us and just do in the end what makes us feel happy/loved/adored.
In the end, all we need to do is make ourselves happy and cut the BS of worrying about what others think. It's a no win situation when that goes down.
So internet, make yourself happy. In whatever shape or form that is. It's all about you, be a selfish bitch or asshole and just do it for yourself. That's what's going to count in the end.
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