Wednesday, November 11, 2009
I have just received the most devastating news of the decade. This just in: Escada Magnetism is DISCONTINUED!! This is awful news. This is the end of an era, this is an absolute OUTRAGE! I have been a happy supporter of the fragrance for 6 years - yes count them - 6 years! I feel so angry and betrayed - how can such a brand throw my heart into the wind? I feel as if I found my lover in bed with another woman - I am furious! (And slightly over dramatic) I bleed, sweat, and cry that scent. The heavy, pungent fragrance has become my signature. What am I to do now? - Aside from piss and moan about how ludicrous this entire issue has become. You can rest assured that I will be writing a very angry letter. Until then..
Sunday, November 1, 2009
Someone like me.
I am feeling nostalgic today. I feel the need for reflection - I am blue. Melancholy. (And the infinite sadness) Whatever. This entry is simply me whining about things I can't change. Enjoy?
"There are certain people you love who do something else; they define how you classify what love is supposed to feel like. These are the most important people in your life, and you’ll meet maybe four or five of these people over the span of 80 years. But there’s still one more tier to all this; there is always one person you love who becomes that definition. It usually happens retrospectively, but it happens eventually. This is the person who unknowingly sets the template for what you will always love about other people, even if some of these loveable qualities are self-destructive and unreasonable. The person who defines your understanding of love is not inherently different than anyone else, and they’re often just the person you happen to meet the first time you really, really, want to love someone. But that person still wins. They win, and you lose. Because for the rest of your life, they will control how you feel about everyone." -Chuck Klosterman, Killing Yourself to Live
Someone dear to me recommended the above book to me, and it is one of the best pieces of literature I have come across thus far. The writing is real (mostly) and the author, Chuck Klosterman, speaks as if he is sitting across from you at some dive bar. Bud Light in hand, teetering the line between semi-coherent thought and blacking out completely. Bottom line - it is a great read.
The above quotation is perfect, and relevant to men and women everywhere - which solidifies its momentous value. I have read and re-read the excerpt and each time I can't help but ask, "what about the other person - the person on the other end?" Her. Maybe she hasn't experienced that significant love. For her, the current love is creator of her heart. Is she forever fated to stand in the shadow of the "defining" woman before her? It's like finding this season's Manolos in a size 8 - and you're a 6. So you buy the damn shoes anyway thinking, "I can make this work." But you can't. So I ask, what about HER? She fell in love and landed on her face; she lost her logic and became totally enamored with an obviously unavailable man. Timing is a wicked trick of fate; it determines the outcome long before you start the game.
So, a guy falls in love and ends up with a broken heart. He loved some girl that made him feel important; she made him feel confident. She has more charisma than his previous girlfriend and she captivated him. He loved her because she was different; she was fun and encouraged him to break his own boundaries. I get it. It makes sense. But every woman after is bound to comparison? Every female - even the good ones - are never capable of filling his void? I have a hard time buying that. So now I have to ask, is it only frustrating chasing shadows when you know that they exist? What if you didn't know about the woman on a pedestal before you - would there be no feeling of inadequacy? If you didn't know that your character was being evaluated - that is was made into a list of pros and cons - could you trick yourself into believing that you were the "defining" woman? Its possible. But curiosity is the ultimate killer of both good and evil; Pandora's box is just too tempting to ignore. I have been there. Twice actually and both experiences were, or have been, absolutely horrible. I don't want to be the next girl, I want to be THE girl and Chuck Klosterman is a bastard for spitting the truth in my face. I hate authors that bottle truth in pint size doses and force feed their readers with eloquent language and witty banter. He is a bastard because he is right.
The epic woman is the control factor in this senseless battle we label "love". Love is a daily measure of checks and balances - comparing notes and doodling in the margins of experience - we fine tune our senses and learn the qualities that are ultimately compatible with our own character. The trick to escaping the labyrinth is this: don't be the next person. Don't allow yourself to become the person AFTER the "defining" love. You will spend the rest of your life chasing shadows; a 6 will never be an 8.
I was a smart girl, until I fell in love. (quoted from Sex and the City)
"There are certain people you love who do something else; they define how you classify what love is supposed to feel like. These are the most important people in your life, and you’ll meet maybe four or five of these people over the span of 80 years. But there’s still one more tier to all this; there is always one person you love who becomes that definition. It usually happens retrospectively, but it happens eventually. This is the person who unknowingly sets the template for what you will always love about other people, even if some of these loveable qualities are self-destructive and unreasonable. The person who defines your understanding of love is not inherently different than anyone else, and they’re often just the person you happen to meet the first time you really, really, want to love someone. But that person still wins. They win, and you lose. Because for the rest of your life, they will control how you feel about everyone." -Chuck Klosterman, Killing Yourself to Live
Someone dear to me recommended the above book to me, and it is one of the best pieces of literature I have come across thus far. The writing is real (mostly) and the author, Chuck Klosterman, speaks as if he is sitting across from you at some dive bar. Bud Light in hand, teetering the line between semi-coherent thought and blacking out completely. Bottom line - it is a great read.
The above quotation is perfect, and relevant to men and women everywhere - which solidifies its momentous value. I have read and re-read the excerpt and each time I can't help but ask, "what about the other person - the person on the other end?" Her. Maybe she hasn't experienced that significant love. For her, the current love is creator of her heart. Is she forever fated to stand in the shadow of the "defining" woman before her? It's like finding this season's Manolos in a size 8 - and you're a 6. So you buy the damn shoes anyway thinking, "I can make this work." But you can't. So I ask, what about HER? She fell in love and landed on her face; she lost her logic and became totally enamored with an obviously unavailable man. Timing is a wicked trick of fate; it determines the outcome long before you start the game.
So, a guy falls in love and ends up with a broken heart. He loved some girl that made him feel important; she made him feel confident. She has more charisma than his previous girlfriend and she captivated him. He loved her because she was different; she was fun and encouraged him to break his own boundaries. I get it. It makes sense. But every woman after is bound to comparison? Every female - even the good ones - are never capable of filling his void? I have a hard time buying that. So now I have to ask, is it only frustrating chasing shadows when you know that they exist? What if you didn't know about the woman on a pedestal before you - would there be no feeling of inadequacy? If you didn't know that your character was being evaluated - that is was made into a list of pros and cons - could you trick yourself into believing that you were the "defining" woman? Its possible. But curiosity is the ultimate killer of both good and evil; Pandora's box is just too tempting to ignore. I have been there. Twice actually and both experiences were, or have been, absolutely horrible. I don't want to be the next girl, I want to be THE girl and Chuck Klosterman is a bastard for spitting the truth in my face. I hate authors that bottle truth in pint size doses and force feed their readers with eloquent language and witty banter. He is a bastard because he is right.
The epic woman is the control factor in this senseless battle we label "love". Love is a daily measure of checks and balances - comparing notes and doodling in the margins of experience - we fine tune our senses and learn the qualities that are ultimately compatible with our own character. The trick to escaping the labyrinth is this: don't be the next person. Don't allow yourself to become the person AFTER the "defining" love. You will spend the rest of your life chasing shadows; a 6 will never be an 8.
I was a smart girl, until I fell in love. (quoted from Sex and the City)
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