Tuesday, May 11, 2010
Monday, November 23, 2009
If it's on it's on for good
'Coz when it's gone it's gone for good
Let me tell you...
And if you stayed over
You know we would, if we could
Put it back together,
We could be…fine.
Put it back, piece by piece
If you stayed over I'd make it so sweet
I'd make you remember, baby
From your head to your feet
Tuesday, November 3, 2009
Monday, September 14, 2009
Monday, September 7, 2009
Monday, August 31, 2009
I have spent a lot of time with women this past summer. All kinds of beauties. It wasn't intentional in the beginning, spending all these bonding, heart-to-heart moments with women. But reflecting on it now, it seems rather fitting. For what I am seeking out to learn about myself and the "type" of woman I want to grow into, it only seems appropriate.
So I went to bed with the word "ego" dancing in my head, looming like the giant letters of the alphabet in Sesame Street.
As women, okay, okay! a girl trying to be a woman in my case....we try to pick men apart *sigh* and figure out why they are the way they are and why they act(out) the way they do. Towards us. Being in a circle of females who generally don't seem to take shit from men (where avoidable of course :) it can be rather difficult for me to decipher what is really behind these bold statements we make in order to protect our pride and reasoning.
"but I know it's just my ego" *shrug* has become a common phrase within discussion, when on the topic of men. I can't help but let it feel more like a "taking responsibility" statement for feeling the way you feel and expressing it aloud, rather than the smart self-reflection it is meant to be. As silly or even *ahem* crazy as we believe ourselves to be sometimes, it is okay to feel and not necessarily equate those feelings with self-serving ego.
Is it really about "I, myself". I suppose it is. I understand the reality behind it, having been told that it would be wise to follow this way of thinking.
The dancing around letters of E -G and O have helped to conclude that I am not quite a believer. (Yet) I don't want it to be about ego. It can be about you. You and me.
Spreading the L-O-V-E.
Image: Les robes de Paul Poiret by Paul Iribe, 1908