I drive by your old apartment from time to time.
Manchester seemed so foreign to me then, the scary big city.
Now I realize just how small it truly is.
I was pure, untouched, and tired of being completely innocent.
You had a thing for girls like me, enjoyed showing us how.
Originally I said that I was waiting to be in love.
Good thing I cast my morals aside since love is still alluding me.
You were someone I convinced my young mind that I liked.
The truth was that I used you as much as you used me.
I may have been naive but I recognized the opportunity and seized it.
And why not? It made things far less confusing when no emotions were involved.
Yours was a willing body to use, mine fulfilled your interests as well.
Be it good or bad, it was nothing more.
Yet I drive by your old apartment and wonder if I was wise or naive with you.
Did I determine my future encounters with boys by giving it up so easily to you?
Would things have been different if I waited?
No regrets; a motto I try to live by.
It still hurts that I can run in to you years later and you barely can acknowledge me.
I drive by your old apartment from time to time
And wonder how things would have turned out had I said no.
30 June 2008
24 June 2008
Hope You Can Swim
Just like racial slurs and jokes are more acceptable when used by someone of that race/religion/stereotype I believe that since I am a klutz I can laugh at other people's non-graceful moments without being a bad person.
This brings me to one of my favorite shows. It's not one to make it on my DVR record list, but when I'm feeling down or in need of a side splitting laugh I'll put it on. The show is non other than MXC. While the dubbed commentary is priceless what makes the show for me are the actual contestants and the obstacles that cause them to fall in grotesque ways.
And now there is an American version that premiered on ABC tonight. While not as clever as MXC and clearly a rip off of it, I can see Wipeout becoming a favorite of mine.
Seeing people compete for money in ridiculous stunts (hello trying to run over large rolling foam logs or jumping on big red bouncy balls over a body of water, yeah that's normal) is physical comedy at its best. Love it! Shit like this makes me laugh until I cry - and that's one of the best feelings in the world.
As I type I'm watching I Survived A Japanese Game Show, I have high hopes for this show as well. Though 10 min in the contestants are already bugging me. Once they get to the game show part of it I think it'll be better. Come on grown men dressed as babies spinning around in circles? Priceless.
American game shows should have had contests like this years ago... sure the 80s American Gladiators kicked serious ass, still does, but that's for athletes and rarely made me laugh. Bring on the Japanese inspired game shows! Because after all, isn't laughter the best medicine?
This brings me to one of my favorite shows. It's not one to make it on my DVR record list, but when I'm feeling down or in need of a side splitting laugh I'll put it on. The show is non other than MXC. While the dubbed commentary is priceless what makes the show for me are the actual contestants and the obstacles that cause them to fall in grotesque ways.
And now there is an American version that premiered on ABC tonight. While not as clever as MXC and clearly a rip off of it, I can see Wipeout becoming a favorite of mine.
Seeing people compete for money in ridiculous stunts (hello trying to run over large rolling foam logs or jumping on big red bouncy balls over a body of water, yeah that's normal) is physical comedy at its best. Love it! Shit like this makes me laugh until I cry - and that's one of the best feelings in the world.
As I type I'm watching I Survived A Japanese Game Show, I have high hopes for this show as well. Though 10 min in the contestants are already bugging me. Once they get to the game show part of it I think it'll be better. Come on grown men dressed as babies spinning around in circles? Priceless.
American game shows should have had contests like this years ago... sure the 80s American Gladiators kicked serious ass, still does, but that's for athletes and rarely made me laugh. Bring on the Japanese inspired game shows! Because after all, isn't laughter the best medicine?
23 June 2008
Single and Fabulous_ [punctuation debatable]
While I may be very biased, I truly believe that my female friends and I are a bunch of gorgeous, intelligent women who just happen to be single. But as the years progress and we're still single I can't help but wonder... are we "single and fabulous!" or "single and fabulous?" That one little mark of punctuation speaks volumes.
I know a boy who never had any game, overall he's not a catch, and in fact on many occasions I felt the urge to knee him in the crotch as he invaded my personal space one too many times to make stupid comments. Yet he's been dating a woman (as equally not a catch as him) for over a year now. They seem happy - great for them; but as I looked at photos of them posted happily on his myspace I had to wonder, where's the fairness in that?
Why am I ('cause let's face it, I'm an only child so my plight is far more dire and important than those of my friends) and my friends unable to find decent men? Sure I'm picky, but over things I truly don't think should rule out all available men.
How is it possible that the non-catches are able to become a couple with their perfect match while the single and fabulous women I know are left without even a Friday night date?
Perhaps delving into the Pandora's box that is that question requires a large bottle of wine, dim lighting, and Joni Mitchell.
I know a boy who never had any game, overall he's not a catch, and in fact on many occasions I felt the urge to knee him in the crotch as he invaded my personal space one too many times to make stupid comments. Yet he's been dating a woman (as equally not a catch as him) for over a year now. They seem happy - great for them; but as I looked at photos of them posted happily on his myspace I had to wonder, where's the fairness in that?
Why am I ('cause let's face it, I'm an only child so my plight is far more dire and important than those of my friends) and my friends unable to find decent men? Sure I'm picky, but over things I truly don't think should rule out all available men.
How is it possible that the non-catches are able to become a couple with their perfect match while the single and fabulous women I know are left without even a Friday night date?
Perhaps delving into the Pandora's box that is that question requires a large bottle of wine, dim lighting, and Joni Mitchell.
01 June 2008
A Little Bit of City and a Whole Lot of Sex
I began watching Sex and the City long after the series ended, and even then was confined to the edited episodes on basic cable. This doesn't mean that I did not feel a profound connection with the characters. Most episodes left me with the yearning to write for more than just my own personal enjoyment; to be my own version of a Carrie Bradshaw.
In every woman there is a little bit of each of the S&TC girls in them and in the end all we can hope for is to be lucky enough to have friendships like theirs. Sure, I have close friends... but I don't have a core group like those four women. Forging friendships in your twenties is tough. You are out of the social heaven that is college, and odds are you are younger than many of your coworkers. Like Carrie said in the movie, your twenties are your time to test your wings and make mistakes. Personally, I have done a lot of growing up the last couple of years... but I have a lot more growing to still do before I will be content with who I am as a person.
The movie was perfect exactly how it was. I laughed, I cried, I was shocked and angry, happy and sad. It also made me reflect on my life so far. I also thought that it was ironically fitting that my run to Target post-movie ended up with me buying a pair of shoes that I hadn't planned on. After all, the two L's are what every young woman is looking for: Labels and Love. I have control over the first, I can seek out the stores to shop in, buy the products I want. Love is a far more fickle beast that changes over time. Love in high school is different from love in college. Love post-college is another beast as well. Some people get married, some have children, others sleep around racking up the notches on their bed post, while others still end up in love purgatory. A place where your intentions are true but you set yourself up for failure with your executions.
At the end of the day though, it's no longer about being with the hottest guy/girl in the city; but about being with the one who can make you laugh... well and a great pair of shoes.
In every woman there is a little bit of each of the S&TC girls in them and in the end all we can hope for is to be lucky enough to have friendships like theirs. Sure, I have close friends... but I don't have a core group like those four women. Forging friendships in your twenties is tough. You are out of the social heaven that is college, and odds are you are younger than many of your coworkers. Like Carrie said in the movie, your twenties are your time to test your wings and make mistakes. Personally, I have done a lot of growing up the last couple of years... but I have a lot more growing to still do before I will be content with who I am as a person.
The movie was perfect exactly how it was. I laughed, I cried, I was shocked and angry, happy and sad. It also made me reflect on my life so far. I also thought that it was ironically fitting that my run to Target post-movie ended up with me buying a pair of shoes that I hadn't planned on. After all, the two L's are what every young woman is looking for: Labels and Love. I have control over the first, I can seek out the stores to shop in, buy the products I want. Love is a far more fickle beast that changes over time. Love in high school is different from love in college. Love post-college is another beast as well. Some people get married, some have children, others sleep around racking up the notches on their bed post, while others still end up in love purgatory. A place where your intentions are true but you set yourself up for failure with your executions.
At the end of the day though, it's no longer about being with the hottest guy/girl in the city; but about being with the one who can make you laugh... well and a great pair of shoes.
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