Have you ever noticed the way people HAVE to walk on the sidewalk on college campuses? No matter what, thats it. It could zig-zag them all over the place, but they refuse to walk a straight line to their destination if it involved cutting through the grass.
Why? Its grass. We walk on it all the time? I went to the park the other day…the one with the dog park…and EVERY single person and dog stayed on the sidewalk “trails” they have. WHY? The whole point of a park is run around on the grass and play…not just walk the same old “path” as usual. Sigh. People are strange. I’m surprised that they even bring their dogs to the park. Why let their feel get dirty at all? Heaven forbid they walk on the grass and dirt some, and run and play and have doggy fun.
Anywho…have you ever noted the way people react when they see you or someone else, as rare as that is, cut across the sea of grass instead of sticking to the cement highway? Its terrifying!! You place one toe off the sidewalk and it seems everyone stops and just stares at you as if an alarm went off and you were the intruder…the dunce….the outsider who doesn’t know better…all around the dumbass who stepped on nature. Its pathetic. And then if you continue to walk across it…oh no….fear the scary crowd. Its almost like a zombie apocalypse happening…they just spotted the only human in the area because you broke the record behavior of shuffling like ants along the lined paths.
I will continue to cut through the grass. Its all natural. And i’ll do so if I please. I don’t want to be a Lemming.
The Magic of First Kisses… <3
Warning: this blog entry is mushy. I’m a hopeless romantic that just had an amazing first kiss. If you get a weak stomach or can’t handle romance…Don’t read this! Don’t say I didn’t warn you!
“A kiss is a lovely trick designed by nature to stop speech when words become superfluous.” ~Ingrid Bergman
In a giddy state, I’ve been trying to write this next blog entry. Its been difficult though. I’ve been highly distracted with the good and bad…College is exhausting and imprisonating….and new loves are intoxicating.
“How did it happen that their lips came together? How does it happen that birds sing, that snow melts, that the rose unfolds, that the dawn whitens behind the stark shapes of trees on the quivering summit of the hill? A kiss, and all was said.” ~Victor Hugo
The topic, obviously…kisses. Especially those alluring first kisses. Sit back and just appreciate first the feeling you get. The desire to kiss them, the anticipation, the overwhelming yet inevitable occurrence of your eyes to their lips…and in response, you just have to look away. The smile that creeps on your face when you think about your cheeks flushing with color; and the curiousity that builds up when you wonder if you can handle looking back at them without repeating the addicting, yet slightly exposed and embarrassed performance all over again. Then of course when the moment actually happens, everything seems to be imperceptibly moving in slow motion yet your surroundings also seem to be spinning around you so fast that it creates a blur of reality.
“kisses are a better fate than wisdom.”
~e.e. cummings
It’s one of the only things in life that seems to last forever and not nearly long enough at the same time. True? How about the irrevocable yearning that inhabits your thoughts every moment afterwards? That nice tingle, like you can almost feel the kiss on the corner of your mouth, still warm…still inviting…still soul moving…yet you can’t quite recollect the exact way it makes you feel, only something about how it tickles your mind.
I seem to be starting to get repetitive?
“A kiss seals two souls for a moment in time.” ~Levende Waters
Well, perhaps you can’t quite do the action of a first kiss or a spectacular kiss justice with simply words. All I can do is reminisce and want and wish and crave that next wonderful moment that I get to do it again.
“The greatest thing you’ll ever learn is just to love and be loved in return.” ~Eden Ahbez
Men vs. Women
What is it about women that make them want approval? Women seem to need men to accept so much about them. Look around. Clothing, makeup, cars, jobs, etc. A woman meets a man, and what does she do? Advertise things about herself that might please the man.
Why don’t men do this? And why, when they do, do women think that they are babies or that they lack confidence and don’t find them attractive? Women complain about how men are jerks, but then the ones that ultimately aren’t, we deem unworthy for a whole other reason. Our rating system is a little off I think.
But why do women care what men think at all? Obviously men’s sense of fashion is horrid…most of the time. Yet we strive to meet their approval over outfits. And men really don’t care anyway, unless they think they’re taking it off later.
For a whole year, I didn’t…couldn’t wear purple. How depressing is that? I look great in purple! AND I love purple. But my ex hated it, and he hated me in it. He once told me to get rid of a shirt because it was purple. When I refused, and wore it again…I saw the disgusted look on his face and noticed his lack of affection and immediately disposed of the shirt later that day. Why do men hate purple so much? I have to go buy something purple…
So either men insult our wardrobe choices so we look for ways to make them compliment it instead…which never happens….or they don’t notice anything at all. Which is equally as bothersome. Its like that one date night that girls spend hours picking out 3 perfect outfits, choosing one after a while of other opinions, and then spending even longer getting all “dolled up”. For what? To hear, “You look amazing” and to go to dinner, etc. Those three words are worth all the hours of trouble? And when we don’t hear them at all….we sit across the table wondering if we don’t look good enough or if we picked the wrong outfit or if the guy is just that downright unsensitive. Why do we care so much?
And lastly, why do we discard compliments so easily but obsess about anything negative? And we care so much that we try to fix the negatives! Ugh!
Maybe women do overanalyze everything. But at least we analyze. Most men don’t think at all.
“Some people walk in the rain, others just get wet.” ~Roger Miller
Anyone who says sunshine brings happiness has never danced in the rain.
Its been a beautiful week. Sunshine. Breeze. Perfect weather. And now…rain. Gray skies. With that same breeze that now feels intimidating and daunting instead of the warm greeting that seems to brush the hair off your face and make you smile.
One of the things about rainy days I just don’t understand…the decision of bringing an umbrella. When asked, people NEVER know the weather or what it will be. People refuse to admit that they either look it up online, or on their phones, or see something on tv about it. But if they supposedly never look up the weather, HOW do they know to bring their umbrella? Which they always seem to do!
People are strange. Why is is so hard to admit that “Yes…I do look at the weather before leaving my place everyday”? I do…but why do people care so much if other people know that? Silly.