It's where the wind blows...
I 100% agree with Emmet below, on the subject of mutuality. The fact that it's near-impossible to achieve it means that (generally) couples will need to gloss over flaws that are real, chipping away over time. To expand on this:
Basically what's hard (I think - and maybe especially for me) is to find someone that can understand you and really like you for exactly who you are. Once, a wise fellow told me that "when you meet 'the one', it's not someone that you fancy, but someone that lets you live with yourself". It took me a while to understand what that meant, but I've thought about it a while and now I vaguely comprehend.
Up until now, I've always thought it worked the other way around. "Anybody can fall for anybody, given the right circumstances," is what my past self used to believe. Nowadays I feel this isn't true, and that those certain circumstances (close or constant company, vulnerability, being together during a disaster) simply breed tolerance between the people involved. Cuntish...
No, nowadays I think that people are pre-destined to fall for each other, already bonded at some deep level, already soul mates. Thus, finding 'the one' is a mission resembling Rick Waller trying to do Riverdance on a 3-legged tea-table*.
What makes it even more difficult is the fact that I'm so hopelessly jaded against the usual factors when fancying girls. Looks & personality are everywhere; they aren't hard to come by. Having romantic times with someone is easily faked with someone you willingly give your heart to. Anything other than understanding can be faked, put-on, stirred up or bought outright. It doesn't mean anything.
All that really matters to me now is meeting someone that can let me live with myself - my actual, real, mind-numbingly disturbing self - and for her to love that - not some front I've put on so the love would blossom.
And the real clit of the cunt?
She was there, right there in front of me for three years, and I didn't really understand because the bright lights of potential relationships were shining in my infant eyes. Now that it's all over, I only think about her, and what does that mean?
There had better be more than one 'the one', or else I'm cunted.
* Special thanks to Victor of Big Brother 5 for providing this line.
Basically what's hard (I think - and maybe especially for me) is to find someone that can understand you and really like you for exactly who you are. Once, a wise fellow told me that "when you meet 'the one', it's not someone that you fancy, but someone that lets you live with yourself". It took me a while to understand what that meant, but I've thought about it a while and now I vaguely comprehend.
Up until now, I've always thought it worked the other way around. "Anybody can fall for anybody, given the right circumstances," is what my past self used to believe. Nowadays I feel this isn't true, and that those certain circumstances (close or constant company, vulnerability, being together during a disaster) simply breed tolerance between the people involved. Cuntish...
No, nowadays I think that people are pre-destined to fall for each other, already bonded at some deep level, already soul mates. Thus, finding 'the one' is a mission resembling Rick Waller trying to do Riverdance on a 3-legged tea-table*.
What makes it even more difficult is the fact that I'm so hopelessly jaded against the usual factors when fancying girls. Looks & personality are everywhere; they aren't hard to come by. Having romantic times with someone is easily faked with someone you willingly give your heart to. Anything other than understanding can be faked, put-on, stirred up or bought outright. It doesn't mean anything.
All that really matters to me now is meeting someone that can let me live with myself - my actual, real, mind-numbingly disturbing self - and for her to love that - not some front I've put on so the love would blossom.
And the real clit of the cunt?
She was there, right there in front of me for three years, and I didn't really understand because the bright lights of potential relationships were shining in my infant eyes. Now that it's all over, I only think about her, and what does that mean?
There had better be more than one 'the one', or else I'm cunted.
* Special thanks to Victor of Big Brother 5 for providing this line.
posted by Juliet is Bleeding... | 12:56 pm
Nice use of apt Roxette lyrics, you miserable git.
Thanks, fucktard.
It's a valid point though. That song reminds me a lot of the girl I mentioned.
At the risk of sounding like Patrick Bateman; throughout "It Must Have Been Love", Roxette's accessible yet powerful lyrics tell of someone who finds love and loses it, only realising it far too late. The last two lines perfectly sum up how hard it is to find this true love, and poetically emphasise just how much this person has lost.
Lay a whisper on my pillow,
Leave the winter on the ground.
I wake up lonely,
There's air of silence in the bedroom
And all around.
Touch me now,
I close my eyes and dream away.
It must have been love
But it's over now.
It must have been good
But I lost it somehow.
It must have been love
But it's over now.
From the moment we touched
'Til the time had run out.
Make-believing we're together,
That I'm sheltered by your heart.
But in and outside
I've turned to water
Like a teardrop in your palm.
And it's a hard Christmas day,
I dream away.
It must have been love but it's over now,
It was all that I wanted,
Now I'm living without.
It must have been love
But it's over now,
It's where the water flows,
It's where the wind blows.