Me and You and You and Me

The Master Speed
No speed of wind or water rushing by
But you have speed far greater. You can climb
Back up a stream of radiance to the sky,
And back through history up the stream of time.
And you were given this swiftness, not for haste
Nor chiefly that you may go where you will,
But in the rush of everything to waste,
That you may have the power of standing still–
Off any still or moving thing you say.
Two such as you with such a master speed
Cannot be parted nor be swept away
From one another once you are agreed
That life is only life forevermore
Together wing to wing and oar to oar.
--Robert Frost

The Truth According to Emily

Tell all the Truth but tell it slant--
Sucess in Circuit lies
Too bright for our infirm Delight
The Truth’s superb surprise
As Lightning to the Children eased
With explanation kind
The Truth must dazzle gradually
Or every man be blind--
(Emily Dickinson)
Sugar coat the truth lest it serve to slap faces... what a very familiar and successful concept.  However, I believe it is a technique Dickinson advises the teller of harsh truth to use, not the hearer.  Too often people hear what they want to hear, effectually causing them to create fantastical scenarios that never fail to favor themselves.  Disappointment is inevitable... and rightfully so!  Knowing that people practice such sweet censorship makes one wonder why the first party need go through the trouble of telling with ’explanation kind’ in the first place...?
A close friend recently noticed a mountainous structure of falsities silently being formed upon the mere fact that I exist.  Just as I was about to deny all accusations of telling slant truths and speaking indirectly through circuits, she quickly noted that my name is not Emily Dickinson.  I am of the school of blunt truth.  I have, in no way, fueled the fire nor have I given hope to the hopeless.  She rightfully declared that I am not to blame.
The moral here is that people will hear what they want to hear regardless of how bluntly or, conversely, how evasively you tell them the truth.  When a person sugar-coats the already sugar-coated words of another, what do they get?  More sugar than pecan... or... more fiction than fact.  And we all know that an over-abundance of sugar leads to cavities and decay.  At this point, the hearer is so far removed from the truth that he begins to believe the lie.
Its just a vicious candy assembly line, really.  Only, the center is not filled with nut or nougat, but nose nipping, heart hurting, ass biting truth.
On a similar, yet completely different, note...No matter WHAT you do, someone will ALWAYS be able to find fault in it.  You can tell a girl she looks pretty or you can keep silent.  If you say the former, she is liable to bite back with "And do I not look pretty every other day?"  Yet, if you opt for the latter, she is bound to inquire, "Do you think me not pretty today?"  Either way, you’re completely trapped.
And on an even less irrelevant and completely reiterated note...
People have got to stop fashioning realities from figments.
It cannot possibly get any less irrelevant than that.

One Man's Trash is Another Man's Blog

It's much too simple to say that I'm paranoid.  I prefer to classify it as an overactive imagination.  Or possibly an overly analytical mind? I can't decide if the scenarios I concoct ad absurdum are false figments intricately woven from thin air or hidden truths that I so cleverly reveal to myself through a process of complex pondering.  Either way, my musings are slowly draining the sanity out of me.
For instance, as I sit here typing this I see that today my blog has been viewed 17 times.  Thats about 17 times more than the amount of views received in the past 17 months.  Normally, I wouldn't give erratic view counts a second glance. But my paranoia tells me to do otherwise.
I can't help but think that the spike in views is a direct correlation to a certain ex-gf suddenly deciding to limit her facebook access and block all non-buddies from contacting her. Don't misunderstand. I am not stalking this poor girl.  These are just the things a current girlfriend notices about her boyfriend's old flame(s)... especially a former flame that has, on numerous occasions, completely disrespected the current girlfriend by coming onto her boyfriend.
Alas, it must be paranoia. There is no way for her to know that I had viewed her facebook in passing or that I had viewed her aim profile when signing onto Jim's retired screen name. Right?
No, I'm not crazy.
Yes, I have better things to do than just sit here and think about completely useless could-be scenarios

Free? Ha! How Ironic

I've recently heared songs by and seen pictures of Jeffree Star gracing the myspace pages of many a teenaged girl.  Even after reading what he is all about, I'm still not sure what he's suppose to be doing or even suppose to be at all... and I'm quite sure he doesn't even know... so I'm absolutely positive that these girls do not know.
I'd liken him to a child with down syndrome running in the special olympics, however, I like said children too much to insult them by associating them with such an awkward human being.
The guy is confused and, in being so, very grotesque.
He is anything but (jef)free.

Another Day... or is it?

Too many of us are just existing, myself included. I like to blame it on the college student life and think that working and going to school simultaneously are the reasons for such flavorless life.  Weekly enduring hours of class, writing essay upon essay, reading countless pages of literature, and working for pocket change in between, just leaves little time for real living.  I can't remember the last time I engaged in something I whole-heartedly enjoy.
Its official: I've become just another working-class drone to add to the pile of already 200,000,000 that are aimlessly wandering the US.
I like to think that once I am in my career everything will change... but will it?

You Have the Face of a Cartoon Character Drawn by an Armless Blind Man

 can't be the only girl that has this thought every time she feels the need to torture herself by viewing a picture of her boyfriend's ex-girlfriend.  I just can't be. (It may be possible, however, that I am the only girl jealous enough to sneak peaks of such out-dated material. But that is for another day.)
And this is not to say that I am the most beautious creature to grace the face of this earth, but a girls gotta wonder how her guy went from dating a stick topped with silly putty to dating her.  Its slightly disheartening and, in an egocentric way, highly insulting.
Thats it! I'm insulted!

...We All Fall Down

It is my first reaction to rant and rave in this particular blog about people who rant and rave in their blogs.  However, such behavior would only prove hypocritical and defeat the purpose.
Therefore I will just say this:
You have missed the mark. Once again. You have completely missed the mark.  You continue to seek affirmation, strength, and consolation from another human, instead of seeking God.   If this was a "test," then you would have failed miserably.
And as for you being "depressed, angry, hurt, having mental "break downs" and not eating" I can only count us equally distressed by the other.