I want this.
I want to feel that about someone who feels the same way about me. Unashamed. Unafraid. Openly.
I don’t know how to get that; but I think that I know where to start.
I want this.
I want to feel that about someone who feels the same way about me. Unashamed. Unafraid. Openly.
I don’t know how to get that; but I think that I know where to start.
sometimes you lose.
Maybe I’m too aggressive? Not aggressive enough?
Maybe I’m too intense? Too nonchalant?
Maybe I shouldn’t have said that?
Should I have said it differently?
Did I scare him away?
I’m not perfect.
2011 has been good to me.
No emotional/psychological breakdowns and only a handful of panic attacks. I don’t think that there is anything about it that I would change. Nope. Not one bit.
2011 wasn’t made by what it didn’t contain but more so what it did. In order to appreciate what a fantabulous year that it was I’ve created my greatest hits of 2011. [I totally stole this from an episode in Season 3 of LOST. Charlie (my favorite character) made a greatest hits list of his entire life before he died (._.) and left it for Claire (his island girlfriend).] At any rate these are in no particular order as expressed by my social network updates and musings.
Twas the night before Christmas and all through the house not a creature was stirring, well Jordan was typing in the living room…
Happy Holidays friends. This is my absolute favorite time of year!
It’s four days before Christmas and all through the house there’s only one creature stirring. Well two, JJ and that pesky mouse.
Ever since the start of finals week I’ve been waiting to go off. A literal time bomb.
I just need one good instance of disrespect to put me over the top. *sigh* This is no way to live. It is the Christmas season for goodness sake. The Christmas season never fails to make me happy… right?
This post is a ramshackle attempt to get my life together. hahahaha. [<---- As you can see I'm losing my mind.]
Here are the things that worry me:
In that order.
I (finally) finished reading Madame Bovary about a week or so ago. I know, I know. It literally took me forever. I got really busy in school and ended up putting it down for weeks. This break should help me catch up.
[Check this post to see what I'm working on.]
Don’t get me wrong, I enjoyed it. I was just too busy to make one smooth pass.
As far as a review on the book goes. I would give it 3/5 stars.
Madame Bovary is a story of a young female in seventeenth century France. This was only my third French novel. (Les Miserables and Le Petit Prince were the first two.) This is Gustave Flaubert‘s first published work and arguably his masterpiece. Flaubert was writer in the “Literary Realism” movement. Flaubert was a critic of the, contemporary, powerful bourgeois class. He, in accordance with Literary Realism, juxtaposed the bourgeois (represented by Madame and Monsieur Bovary) with the peasant class townsfolk.
The main character, Emma Bovary, is love starved. She is the child of a farmer and a product of her romance novels. She has romantic dreams of life love and marriage that her doctor husband Charles is unable to fulfill. As a result she begins to spend above their means and otherwise distract herself from her life. When this begins to fail she enters upon a series of adulterous relationships which fulfill her need for passion and romance. Albeit temporarily.
Emma Bovary believes in romance and beauty and intends to follow it wherever it leads her without thinking of the consequences. And for that I respect her.
It’s a little wordy but I think it’s worth a read. Especially if you sympathize with the disillusioned. At any rate give it a try. It’s a classic.
“At the bottom of her heart, however, she was waiting for something to happen. Like shipwrecked sailors, she turned despairing eyes upon the solitude of her life, seeking afar off some white sail in the mists of the horizon. She did not know what this chance would be, what wind would bring it her, towards what shore it would drive her, if it would be a shallop or a three-decker, laden with anguish or full of bliss to the portholes. But each morning, as she awoke, she hoped it would come that day; she listened to every sound, sprang up with a start, wondered that it did not come; then at sunset, always more saddened, she longed for the morrow.”
― Gustave Flaubert, Madame Bovary
That Awkward Moment When…. your women’s intuition gets confirmed.
This morning I woke up from a particularly satisfying night’s rest and turned on my phone. I responded to a text message and deleted some emails. Then, to delay flipping off the covers and starting my day, I got on twitter and caught up on my timeline.
Mistake #1
Scrolling away through drunk tweets and #TwitterAfterDark funnies I spied a tweet from Negro J to Female B. True to Negro J’s tweeting form it was ambiguous. It piqued my curiosity so I checked the message stream.
Mistake #2
As I read the exchange between them the two sides of my brain engaged in battle. My pride just gained a big victory (I was right!) and simultaneously took an L. Someone else got chosen over me. And not that somewhat comforting “you don’t really know her” type person. It was a “I kind of know this girl and I heard about what she can do” type person.
I knew something was going on with them. I knew there was someone else. I figured it was her. This was confirmation. The proof that I was looking for. Right?
I went digging and they say don’t go looking for something unless you really want to find it. [Paraphrased but you get the point.] Men say that women are crazy but we’re really simple creatures when it all boils down. We’re human and humans have the same desire.
We want to be wanted.
Otherwise we wouldn’t wear fancy clothes, get our hair done, etc.
I wanted him to want me. Even though I made a pro and con list with the con side a mile long.
So… what was I upset about again?
” Don’t let anyone else make you feel bad. They’re not in control. You are in control.”
- Grandma
Last night I had a relapse of epic proportions.
I’m scared.