“Wait, wait, wait! So you’re telling me that I should play an imponderable game in order to woo a man? And where would said elusiveness get either of us in the end?”
These are the concluding arguments that have perpetuated in my mind after a conversation involving dating etiquette or in this case, lack there of, earlier today. I have mindlessly assessed time and time again why women act that way or why a man plays that game but neither seem to produce a prolific alibi. Honestly, where have most of you gotten playing the push and pull dance? Heartache, imprudence, idiocy, shamefulness… and those are just a few of the terms that come to mind in regards to the aftermath of standing in a “grey” area with another.
Ah, yes. I became victim to abiding by the rules of “He’s Just Not That Into You” awhile back but then I had an epiphany not too long ago- Why am I paying for a book illustrating a man’s adverse behavior when I should already be aware of the signals? There are not enough self-help novels in the world to help the opposite sexes figure one another out but it does not take a genius to know the difference between acceptable behavior and detrimental action.
Most women put too much emphasis on finding “the man,” and this is an idea that I refuse succumbing to because love cannot be forced nor should a woman embody her own happiness into that of a man’s presence. I was that girl, that foolish young thing hanging on every word a man whispered in my ear; silly girl, tricks are for kids. I know my worth and that is more than most can say but by God it took me awhile to get here.
I find it amusing that today’s society has the most difficult time saying what they mean when nine out of ten times that kind of integrity would have saved you from whatever affliction might have accrued afterwards. If you’re out there getting down on the dating dance floor than let loose! An abundance of time could be saved between the two parties if one were to just convey their wants in the beginning.
In the last year, I have started to become a woman I admire; reputable and desirable. If I like you, I will let you know but I never expect anything to be defined in that moment of vulnerability. I cannot control the way another feels but I can command the respect I deserve; defenseless yet adamant.
Sometimes loneliness ensues and you long for the butterflies but love and relationships are not to be contrived, so you keep living. My advice to you all would be to tell whomever your dating what you’re feeling during the moment it palpitates through your being, if it is not mutual than let go because so much of life is wasted on waiting when everything we want in this world is just right outside our comfort zone.
Thursday, March 19, 2009
Wednesday, March 11, 2009
Cachet.
I find the whole dating scene tragically amusing. I blame feminists. Men had it right throughout the fifties; women became carnivorous. Believe it or not, men had the competency to ask a woman out without all the absurdity. Push a man too callously, he is sure to fall and sure enough he did. Men have befallen into a destitute of skepticism. Equality you ask for? Well,ask and you shall receive ladies; complacency is hardly plausible now.
I am drowning in a sea filled of games and duplicity.
Let us play make believe, shall we?
I like to think of myself as the stripper in the complex that is dating. In Between the whores and the prudes of the empirical world, somewhere lies my stance. My vulnerability will expose itself to a certain extent but quickly diminishes if fortitude wavers. Unlike whores, who allow their every extremity to show within the first few days; these are your so-called "stage five clingers". Or take the prudes on the other hand, exposure to them would be shaving during the winter; your so-called "feminists." One becomes jaded seeing this kind of deplorable behavior occur constantly within the confines of society. One of my more treasured attributes is that of my integrity; I refuse to lose site of who I am and what I have to offer as others tend to do over time.
Narcissism has wrapped its avarice carriage around the minds of women everywhere. The only thing left for the ones that survived the wreckage is to saddle up and face the music. I want to witness a world where people can say what they mean and mean what they say without contention. Allow yourself to become defenseless but make sure it is someone worth sacrificing your vulnerability for because exposure was never for the feeble.
"That's Brittany, tough and vulnerable. She's the real thing."
I am drowning in a sea filled of games and duplicity.
Let us play make believe, shall we?
I like to think of myself as the stripper in the complex that is dating. In Between the whores and the prudes of the empirical world, somewhere lies my stance. My vulnerability will expose itself to a certain extent but quickly diminishes if fortitude wavers. Unlike whores, who allow their every extremity to show within the first few days; these are your so-called "stage five clingers". Or take the prudes on the other hand, exposure to them would be shaving during the winter; your so-called "feminists." One becomes jaded seeing this kind of deplorable behavior occur constantly within the confines of society. One of my more treasured attributes is that of my integrity; I refuse to lose site of who I am and what I have to offer as others tend to do over time.
Narcissism has wrapped its avarice carriage around the minds of women everywhere. The only thing left for the ones that survived the wreckage is to saddle up and face the music. I want to witness a world where people can say what they mean and mean what they say without contention. Allow yourself to become defenseless but make sure it is someone worth sacrificing your vulnerability for because exposure was never for the feeble.
"That's Brittany, tough and vulnerable. She's the real thing."
Monday, March 9, 2009
Regurgitation[Past Posts].
March 3rd
Man is least himself when he talks in his own person.
Give him a mask, and he will tell you the truth.
Why is it so difficult for humankind to say what they mean and mean what they say? In a megalopolis filled of aspiring actors, one is jaded when the slightest sense of an indubitable attribute is presented in any given situation. Sincerity has become this lackadaisical parody.
During the evolution of our species, humanity learned to react strongly to stimuli that could be life-threatening, including naturally dangerous environments; said retorts are known as phobias. Like phobias, a state of integrity is an unknown atmosphere to most since this stimulus can be detrimental to one’s life. As a society, we have conditioned people to believe that if they hide bits and pieces of their true selves than that will ultimately bring prosperity.
Cowardice to show your being to someone is deplorable and improvident. This idea of self deceit is almost whimsical; playing a part for so long will inevitably lead you to becoming the fool you have already portrayed yourself to be. If someone cannot withhold your truth without contention than let them go; validity needs to be set free in order to find its wings.
Feb.26th
Feb.24th
Declaration: This passage did not derive from a boy but could be implemented into future relationship ventures, if you catch my drift. This is a testimonial to integrity so to speak...
So seldom I hear others say not to regret the decisions one makes in life for everything happens for a reason. I understand that inauspicious circumstances arise from time to time but what I cannot seem to grasp is why I befall victim to more than most. I would never wish the pain I have experienced in my past upon my worst enemy and maybe that is my implicit problem. I care too much for people who care too little but for some quaint reason I cannot seem to shake the hope that one day someone will fight for me the way I have constantly fought for others.
It is a slap in the face when you put your full veracity in a relationship only to come out looking like the fool who spoke too soon. Time and time again, especially this past year, I have succumbed to confiding in people that were too self-involved to see the anguish they were inflicting. Beseeching validity should never be a game; it was never very difficult to find my truth. I should have never invested my heart but it has never been in my character to meet in fierce contention.
Despite the abstruse way it all descended I will never blacken my heart with regret because this life is worth living through the good times and dire times. I refuse to allow your deceit to compromise my disposition any longer. Forgiving is never easy nor should anyone have to condone such behavior from people you believe to be honorable but in order to breathe I must absolve you from your affliction now.
A cloud does not know why it moves in such a direction and at such a speed...It feels an impulsion...this is the place to go now. But the sky knows the reasons and the patterns behind all clouds, and you will know, too, when you lift yourself high enough to see beyond horizons.
Feb. 23rd
Feb.22nd
I left for Vegas with 21 years in my past and came back home cognizant of my future. There are so many ambitions I have pushed aside for another day but that's just it, there may never be a tomorrow. Enough is enough. It took 22 years to get to a locality where I can embrace my worth without contention in hopes that someone, somewhere, will envelop every ounce of totality I have to offer now.
Yes, my past has made me who I am today but I will no longer allow it to define who I am as a being. I want to trust without eluding the truth.For so long now I have danced with the idea of love; apprehensive towards the slightest twitch of a butterfly in my stomach during the past year. I want to fall into unrelenting passion, I am ready to give it all I've got. Will you be the one to catch me in my state of concupiscence declivity?
Man is least himself when he talks in his own person.
Give him a mask, and he will tell you the truth.
Why is it so difficult for humankind to say what they mean and mean what they say? In a megalopolis filled of aspiring actors, one is jaded when the slightest sense of an indubitable attribute is presented in any given situation. Sincerity has become this lackadaisical parody.
During the evolution of our species, humanity learned to react strongly to stimuli that could be life-threatening, including naturally dangerous environments; said retorts are known as phobias. Like phobias, a state of integrity is an unknown atmosphere to most since this stimulus can be detrimental to one’s life. As a society, we have conditioned people to believe that if they hide bits and pieces of their true selves than that will ultimately bring prosperity.
Cowardice to show your being to someone is deplorable and improvident. This idea of self deceit is almost whimsical; playing a part for so long will inevitably lead you to becoming the fool you have already portrayed yourself to be. If someone cannot withhold your truth without contention than let them go; validity needs to be set free in order to find its wings.
Feb.26th
Look up nonentity in a dictionary, there you will find a photograph of money and if this image does not expose itself than you aren’t looking with benevolent eyes. Do you ever ponder with the idea of the dollar? I find the argument to be much like deliberating the concept of death in a sense. Our society befalls to the scrutiny of money as if it was vital and this is a supposition I have yet to be able to wrap my mind around without cognitive contemplation.
What is the difference between the ten dollar bill in your right hand and the blank sheet of paper in your left? One might retort with “everything” or “nothing” but neither response would suffice. Yes, money is substantial in regards to livelihood; I am not naïve, just a modern day philosopher. Capital holds importance because we, as a society, have a unity of compliance towards its utility.
He who has the most in the end does not win; he dies with entirely too many commodities stemmed from avidity. Although money evolves into luxury, money is not equivalent to one’s own happiness and society has lost sight of this essential absoluteness. You must get money to chase you, but never let it catch up.
Feb.24th
Declaration: This passage did not derive from a boy but could be implemented into future relationship ventures, if you catch my drift. This is a testimonial to integrity so to speak...
So seldom I hear others say not to regret the decisions one makes in life for everything happens for a reason. I understand that inauspicious circumstances arise from time to time but what I cannot seem to grasp is why I befall victim to more than most. I would never wish the pain I have experienced in my past upon my worst enemy and maybe that is my implicit problem. I care too much for people who care too little but for some quaint reason I cannot seem to shake the hope that one day someone will fight for me the way I have constantly fought for others.
It is a slap in the face when you put your full veracity in a relationship only to come out looking like the fool who spoke too soon. Time and time again, especially this past year, I have succumbed to confiding in people that were too self-involved to see the anguish they were inflicting. Beseeching validity should never be a game; it was never very difficult to find my truth. I should have never invested my heart but it has never been in my character to meet in fierce contention.
Despite the abstruse way it all descended I will never blacken my heart with regret because this life is worth living through the good times and dire times. I refuse to allow your deceit to compromise my disposition any longer. Forgiving is never easy nor should anyone have to condone such behavior from people you believe to be honorable but in order to breathe I must absolve you from your affliction now.
A cloud does not know why it moves in such a direction and at such a speed...It feels an impulsion...this is the place to go now. But the sky knows the reasons and the patterns behind all clouds, and you will know, too, when you lift yourself high enough to see beyond horizons.
Feb. 23rd
I don't know if we each have a destiny,
Or if we're all just floatin' around accidental-like on a breeze.
But I, I think maybe it's both.
Or if we're all just floatin' around accidental-like on a breeze.
But I, I think maybe it's both.
Two weeks without my lover
I'm in this boat alone
Floating down a river named emotion
Will I make it back to shore
Or drift into the unknown
Further down the river
When I marvel at the aspiring words from one of my favorite films and one of my beloved songs, I ruminate with thoughts of fate. Are we destined to a predetermined path or do we float along in a state of unadvised imminence? If we have a fore destined future, does certainty lie within another or are we to seek our finality in solitude?
Devine decree would be amiable if one were to know that their love would not wither in a plight of inconspicuous resonance. But alas, that would defeat the remonstrance that one is prone to a fixed fortune.
Destiny and chance co-exist within my world and fear is a noun we have all become very aware of throughout our lives. I am conscious of my harbor of vitality but apprehension towards my affection, my heart, and my fate will never entangle itself into my very essence of existence. Whether you believe humans to glide among the clouds or inevitably fall into a deliberate groove, know that trepidation should never consume your willingness to breathe in every adventure life has to offer.
I'm in this boat alone
Floating down a river named emotion
Will I make it back to shore
Or drift into the unknown
Further down the river
When I marvel at the aspiring words from one of my favorite films and one of my beloved songs, I ruminate with thoughts of fate. Are we destined to a predetermined path or do we float along in a state of unadvised imminence? If we have a fore destined future, does certainty lie within another or are we to seek our finality in solitude?
Devine decree would be amiable if one were to know that their love would not wither in a plight of inconspicuous resonance. But alas, that would defeat the remonstrance that one is prone to a fixed fortune.
Destiny and chance co-exist within my world and fear is a noun we have all become very aware of throughout our lives. I am conscious of my harbor of vitality but apprehension towards my affection, my heart, and my fate will never entangle itself into my very essence of existence. Whether you believe humans to glide among the clouds or inevitably fall into a deliberate groove, know that trepidation should never consume your willingness to breathe in every adventure life has to offer.
Feb.22nd
I left for Vegas with 21 years in my past and came back home cognizant of my future. There are so many ambitions I have pushed aside for another day but that's just it, there may never be a tomorrow. Enough is enough. It took 22 years to get to a locality where I can embrace my worth without contention in hopes that someone, somewhere, will envelop every ounce of totality I have to offer now.
Yes, my past has made me who I am today but I will no longer allow it to define who I am as a being. I want to trust without eluding the truth.For so long now I have danced with the idea of love; apprehensive towards the slightest twitch of a butterfly in my stomach during the past year. I want to fall into unrelenting passion, I am ready to give it all I've got. Will you be the one to catch me in my state of concupiscence declivity?
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