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Tuesday, 1 November 2011

A glimpse behind the designer shades..

I am not really the crying, wailing, damsel- in- distress type of girl, as such being vulnerable is something i leave for the kind of people that sit on Oprah's couch. 
But while i may not have developed tear ducts yet (working on it) i thought id do something a little different this time, so here you have it: a tiny glimpse behind the wry smile.

"Words pulling heartstrings while hands grab fabric,
As breathless whispers shout words with meaningless meanings
And the layers peeled off are both fabric and infinitely more.

Hands convulate with hopes while hearts coerce bodies
As souls and history fight a bloodless war
And the fight is both won and lost and misunderstood.

Heartstrings dragging feelings while eager hands intertwine
As bodies say what mouths have silently screamt
And the sound heard is both words and exponentially more.

There is something about chemistry, something about electricity that goes beyond logic,
Something that goes beyond knowing better and being better:

There is something about the reckless abandonment of reason and rationale that speaks to the part of us that lies hidden behind propriety and social codes,
There is something that shouts and cajoles us into euphoria, into love and lust and last.

Lust lugging love crushing logic harbouring truth
As the mind concedes what the heart unknowingly knows
And the answer is incessantly more complex than the simplicity of not knowing.

That is the trick of light,
The trick of a smile and a touch and a forehead kiss,
That is the trick of life:
As simple and complicated as knowing that you do not know."

The madness that it is men

"Nice guys finish last". That is, or  at least should be, the bad boy motto. Why? Its true. The truth is, at one or other point in a girls life we all fall for that asshole who all but actually said he was an asshole (mine actually said that) while there was a perfectly nice guy who just wanted to make us happy. But thats boring right?

That i understand, sometimes you want to play on the edge, laugh a little, flirt a little, whatever. What i don't understand is why somewhere between laughing and flirting we want something more and just like that we forget who we're dealing with.

He is going to hurt you. Why? Because he's done that to every single girl before, and soon to be, including you. He will cheat on you, then after three weeks, three months or five years you will dump him and two days later he will start seeing someone better looking than you. Yes, he might not do exactly that or in that order but your dipshit is not so different from mine or any other person's so i'm willing to bet he's going to hurt you and for someone who "knew what they were doing" you'll be just a little bit too hurt, just a tad too surprised.

So what's this blog about? Men and stupidity and for once just being the one person who just says "no". Who just smiles and turns on their designer shoe and tells him just where to shove it (anywhere but in you!). If not, take a number, because thats what you are now. Welcome to "I should have known better", you live here now.