Because Life is TOO
Hard? Complicated? Fun?
John Donne once said "No man is an island entire unto himself." I think I have come to the conclusion that for the past few months, I have been in a relationship. With life. I have no idea how I got into this relationship, or how to get out for that matter. But if there's ever one dysfunctional relationship, it's probably the one I have with life. I hate it, I love it, but mostly I think I love to hate it. And either this is making sense, or not at all. In other words this relationship has driven me insane. There are too many unanswered questions, and not enough lovin. What's being downplayed though, is the fact that I have never felt more alive.
Am I being realistic, or really really idealistic. Because I can never tell with the mundane and the extraordinary bits of my experiences. Which are dreams, which are reality.
I'm sleeping and waking. Sleeping and waking. But I never exist without passion.
PS. Grey's Anatomy has infiltrated my brain, making me once more susceptible to cliches, lame lines, and melodrama. They're all just such whores. But nobody told me that there would be great monologues. Here's one:
Meredith Grey: "Okay, here it is, your choice... it's simple, her or me, and I'm sure she is really great. But Derek, I love you, in a really, really big pretend to like your taste in music, let you eat the last piece of cheesecake, hold a radio over my head outside your window, unfortunate way that makes me hate you, love you. So pick me, choose me, love me."
I so want life to pick me, choose me, love me. [I am prepared for amazing things to happen. I can handle it.]
John Donne once said "No man is an island entire unto himself." I think I have come to the conclusion that for the past few months, I have been in a relationship. With life. I have no idea how I got into this relationship, or how to get out for that matter. But if there's ever one dysfunctional relationship, it's probably the one I have with life. I hate it, I love it, but mostly I think I love to hate it. And either this is making sense, or not at all. In other words this relationship has driven me insane. There are too many unanswered questions, and not enough lovin. What's being downplayed though, is the fact that I have never felt more alive.
Am I being realistic, or really really idealistic. Because I can never tell with the mundane and the extraordinary bits of my experiences. Which are dreams, which are reality.
I'm sleeping and waking. Sleeping and waking. But I never exist without passion.
PS. Grey's Anatomy has infiltrated my brain, making me once more susceptible to cliches, lame lines, and melodrama. They're all just such whores. But nobody told me that there would be great monologues. Here's one:
Meredith Grey: "Okay, here it is, your choice... it's simple, her or me, and I'm sure she is really great. But Derek, I love you, in a really, really big pretend to like your taste in music, let you eat the last piece of cheesecake, hold a radio over my head outside your window, unfortunate way that makes me hate you, love you. So pick me, choose me, love me."
I so want life to pick me, choose me, love me. [I am prepared for amazing things to happen. I can handle it.]
posted by Mix at 1:02 AM
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I think of life as a relationship as well. I also think of being with myself as a marriage, for better or for worse I'm stuck with myself and with my life, that is until death does us part.
I have to deal with the crappy part of life, but I also get to enjoy the less crappy part of life. I have to deal with the crappy part of myself, but I also get to enjoy the less crappy part of myself.
I think I've resigned myself to the fact that things aren't always going to go the way I want. It's not so much winning every battle as making sure the overall relationship is a happy one.
Maybe it's kind of like parent-child relationships. The battles over curfew, money, and boyfriends are just the surface issues and what matters more is the preservation of the trust, communicaiton and understanding.
Sigh ... or maybe I just need to file for a divorce.
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