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Ode to Reality
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Ode to Reality made of virtual insanity... Always seem to, be governed by this love we have for useless twisting of our new technology. Oh, now there is no sound - for we all live underground... -Jamiroquai It's not pretty. Real life, real love. It's not flashy. It doesn't have a pretty font. It doesn't come nicely centered with multicolored borders. It doesn't rhyme. It's dirty, and it's scary and it doesn't come easily. It's not the stuff of movies. But it's better than any intensly romantic idealism you twist your mind into thinking you have with someone at the other end of a keyboard or a phone line. It's better than any fantasy you can dream up. It's worth the sacrifice. It's worth the risk. It's worth the trip. It's grocery lists, not poetry. It's wet towels on the floor, not rose petals. It's an annoying alarm clock, not birds singing. It's a beat up SUV, not a white . It's long romantic walks to the convenience store. It's holding hands while waiting for the bank teller. It's remembering I don't like mustard. It's fixing his coffee white and none. It's making the bed. It's doing the dishes after dinner. It's hope, not certainty. It's not about having everything ... it's about having just enough, and not caring about the rest. And I would highly recommend it to anyone.  |
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It's going to the supie with him and giving him as much shit as possible while there just because he calls it that. Have tongue, will use it. Repeatedly.
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Thanks Saint. This post is important to me. I'll take my reality over fantasy anyday. It might not be as dramatic or garner as much attention, but I've never been in it for that anyway. [blog Valleyrat4] got me started on this with his "I Don't Get It" post. I've been thinking about it for a few days and this post is the product of those thoughts. I wish more people would go live life instead of blogging about what they might do. Go actually love someone instead of posting about it. It's not as easy, but at least you know it's not an illusion. You can do it. Go give it a shot. Leave the backspace key and the good lighting behind. See how much strength you have when you want recoil away from life's harsh glare, but don't. Be uncomfortable, and struggle and question. An emoticon can't cry actual tears. There are no guarantees. And if you crash and burn badly, at least you tried. We're all trying to make a way; you're allowed to fuck up, to fail. And then you start over and do it again, only different. Because it's what you *do* at the end of the day that makes for the real stories of your life that will matter most to you in the end... not what you posted about. I'm not any better than anyone else, I'm a *supremely* flawed girl. But I'm no wimp. I'm proud of the way I've taken life by the tail this past year. I would have never been able to do this four years ago. I think it's sad that some people just can't get past the keyboard and venture outside. I'm sad that it's all about appearances. If someone loves you they are not going to care about what your house looks like, the scar on your stomach, the fact that you're not always so entertaining and that you're not as handsome, rich, beautiful or successful as you might have wished you'd be. Nobody is. I know it's safer in the Great Indoors... But is it becoming acceptable to just sit inside and spend time twisting technology to fill the void in our lives? Everyone ooooohing and aaaahing over the bullshit mislabeled "romance" that people put out there. Why do we romanticize this cowardice? Enough's enough.... A
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6/11/2006 12:15 pm |
When you have those things, you DO have everything, sweetie. (And while it may not be rose petals, my guess is those are in the picture too.) But you're right. Real life, real love is what matters. Take it from an idealist who's had his rose-colored glasses shattered a few times...you're damn skippy on this one. --Seriously
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It's going to the supie with him and giving him as much shit as possible while there just because he calls it that. HELL YEAH. A
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When you have those things, you DO have everything, sweetie. (And while it may not be rose petals, my guess is those are in the picture too.) But you're right. Real life, real love is what matters. Take it from an idealist who's had his rose-colored glasses shattered a few times...you're damn skippy on this one. --Seriously You were partial inspiration for this post. You may not be perfect, but you're out there and you're living life. You've crashed and burned... and jumped out of the flaming car and waved. And not just once. And you get a new car (same pit crew) and you'll watch next time for that curve that fucked you up last time. At first I thought your new handle was kinda gay, but the description is fitting. Seriously Real is where it's at, for better or worse. Yes, I am damn skippy. A
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"It's not the stuff of movies." I'm so glad you said that. Way too many women hold men to some stupid chick flick or "Sex In The City" ideal or romance novel ideal. No one can live up to those standards. I consider all of those pornography for women. Real love is a meeting of minds, compromise on both counts, dealing with everyday dilemmas. It's not comparing each other to some movie or novel. It is accepting each other for what they are and dealing with each others long term habits that are not going to change just because you came along.
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6/11/2006 2:24 pm |
SR... (*sigh* I know this is going to go right to your head) You were partial inspiration for this post. You may not be perfect, but you're out there and you're living life. You've crashed and burned... and jumped out of the flaming car and waved. And not just once. And you get a new car (same pit crew) and you'll watch next time for that curve that fucked you up last time. At first I thought your new handle was kinda gay, but the description is fitting. Seriously Real is where it's at, for better or worse. Yes, I am damn skippy. A I love what you said about me, of course. I like to think that what I am here is also what I am in the great outdoors. Seriously_Real is a stupid moniker, in some ways, but I came up with it because I did it at a time when, goddammit, it was time to get honest with myself and those in my pit crew about who and what I was. And who and what I am is a flawed driver of a fast car. But that curve? Yeah. That bitch is not gonna get me again. I might even find the brake pedal when necessary. You just never know. I love you, L'il. (Yeah, I know that makes no sense with your handle, but it's been my thing for you from the beginning, so there). And I love Bulge. The two of you took the torch and showed the right way to do it. But that fucker better know something about rose petals, is all I'm sayin'....heh. --Seriously
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"It's not the stuff of movies." I'm so glad you said that. Way too many women hold men to some stupid chick flick or "Sex In The City" ideal or romance novel ideal. No one can live up to those standards. I consider all of those pornography for women. Real love is a meeting of minds, compromise on both counts, dealing with everyday dilemmas. It's not comparing each other to some movie or novel. It is accepting each other for what they are and dealing with each others long term habits that are not going to change just because you came along. Amen. A
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Thank you for that. It means more than you could know. And I'll tell you, and I'm also sure you know this, the REALITY of living life does not exclude the romance. It does not exclude the beautiful things that poets and dreamers like me preach. But such things cannot substitute for a silent but strong shoulder to cry on when there are no words, or a swift kick in the ass when passive aggressiveness rears its head, or when it takes two people to do the laundry, wash the dishes, load the groceries into the car, and so on. There is no substitute for real life....but that does not exclude the romance, either. I love what you said about me, of course. I like to think that what I am here is also what I am in the great outdoors. Seriously_Real is a stupid moniker, in some ways, but I came up with it because I did it at a time when, goddammit, it was time to get honest with myself and those in my pit crew about who and what I was. And who and what I am is a flawed driver of a fast car. But that curve? Yeah. That bitch is not gonna get me again. I might even find the brake pedal when necessary. You just never know. I love you, L'il. (Yeah, I know that makes no sense with your handle, but it's been my thing for you from the beginning, so there). And I love Bulge. The two of you took the torch and showed the right way to do it. But that fucker better know something about rose petals, is all I'm sayin'....heh. --Seriously I try not to be publicly mushy about Bulge too often... because not only is it generally nauseating, but do I feel incredibly guilty about having bagged quite possibly the best, most considerate, loving, understanding, hysterical, romantic, smart, intuitive man on the market; there are many people who won't ever be as lucky as I am. I feel like I'm in Ethiopia and telling everyone about the great gourmet dinner I had last night. He knows all about the rose petals. What he does for me... I'm appreciative of every single thing, both the everyday romance and his big plans and schemes. And it goes both ways... We definitely will be making some people ill along the way. But we don't particularly care, because when you've waiting as long as we both have for each other, people's opinions don't matter much to us. Thanks for your compliment and support. Everyone's kind words of encouragement and congrats mean a lot to us. A
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This should be published. I'm serious. It's THAT good. Yeah, I'm still [blog 1hotwahine]
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I was tempted to mention that your post would put people off relationships, but no, I can't. You've basically nailed what constitutes a proper, loving, partnership. Glad you guys have found each other. Especially as I shake my head over the distance involved. 
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6/12/2006 3:41 am |
It's dirty, and it's scary and it doesn't come easily. That'd be me. Except for the last bit! Love ya babe
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This should be published. I'm serious. It's THAT good. A
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RT655... Glad to see there some other brave girls getting out there. I do realize every day how lucky I am, and I plan to never take him for granted. Thanks for the compliment. A
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I was tempted to mention that your post would put people off relationships, but no, I can't. You've basically nailed what constitutes a proper, loving, partnership. Glad you guys have found each other. Especially as I shake my head over the distance involved. 12 days YAYYYYYYYYYY I'm starting to get really psyched! (Although I'm *not* psyched about make the 24 hour trip.... again.) A
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It's dirty, and it's scary and it doesn't come easily. That'd be me. Except for the last bit! Love ya babe I thought you'd say it was describing your exwife though... (Ba dum, ching!) Thank you, thank you, I'll be here all week... A
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6/12/2006 5:35 pm |
As soon as I wrote that line I *KNEW* you would jump right on it. I thought you'd say it was describing your exwife though... (Ba dum, ching!) Thank you, thank you, I'll be here all week... A and it's eleven days too fucking long if you ask me!
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Awwww Curi, I was teary when I wrote it too. Glad you liked it. A
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