It is true. I expect too much from the males of this generation. I was told by a very wise friend of mine that I should never expect anything from anyone ever. I understand that. But is it so wrong that I expect these guys to contain some form of intellegence or appreciation? Of course, I also expect them to know what they want and not to be so intimidated by me. I want them to understand my sense of humour and not stand there wide-eyed and dumbfounded by the so many big words I just managed to use in one sentence. I don't want them to smile or laugh at something I've just said and then sit there at a loss of words. Because the more they do that the more I'll feel like an alien. A big fat blob that has no business on Earth.
I have come to the almost stunning realisation that there is, in fact, an incredibly thin line between love and hate.
And you, dear friend, tend to rock precariously upon it.
You see, our relationship breaks down as follows:
When with you I am completely carefree.
I think nothing of my actions.
Everything can mean everything, or nothing.
I can stand against the whole world.
However, the minute I am away from you...
I begin to think about your actions.
What they truly mean.
What you truly mean.
To me.
What I mean to you.
And slowly, while dwelling like any other stupid little adolescent female would, I begin to hate you. I soon despise everything about you.
It must all end somewhere. My hands are trembling. Unable to draw the line. Unable to rip the page out. And you're still rocking upon the thin line.
Saturday, November 27, 2004
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2 comments:
Oh, There there, there are guys in the world who can still understand you kind of humor, and conversations, and 1 liners...
"I" still laugh at your jokes and then come up with equally as horrible jokes right after! haha..
hmm...the thin line comments...kinda getting to me too, if you know wat i mean. hmm...nvm...hey, have you done what i asked of you? regarding eradication of the unwelcomed comment in one of your previous blogs? thanks...i really appreciate it...and when r u gonna jam again? I still have to help out with the roger dude right? was it roger? damn...i'm getting lost..i oni remember james, jonesy, and daniel....
Julz, you're not the thin line I was talking about, no worries (and you're nowhere near the word "thin" nowadays eh). Your dad is Roger. Our bassist is Bruce. And we're doing fine. Still feeding on your previous dose of motivating-ness, no worries. Will ask you to be around when we need another dose of rival-band-motivation. About your asking me to take off my previous post about your X X-ing you and then X-ing her X, go see for yourself if the cancellation is satisfactory. And for the record, I don't take off shit from my blog so stop bugging me to if something gets on your nerve. Not my problem. You can always stop reading my blog.
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