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tilly_stratfordSpinning: I've just seen a face, the Beatles (though it goes as a McCartney)
Lyric sample:
Had it been another day
I might have looked the other way
And I had never been aware
But as it is I'll dream of her tonight
In a strange mood, as it goes. There comes a time in a girl's life (out of my experience, anyway) when she feels ready to explode if she can't find somebody to love.
I want somebody to allow me to love them. And maybe, possibly, love me back.
I'll make it clear right away - I'm not one of those little girls who thinks every problem in life disappears the moment you find a boyfriend. I'm not even talking about sex. I'm talking about security, and emotional experience. No, actually, I don't know what I'm talking about. How can I? I have too little experience in these things.
I miss being love - though I'm not sure I've ever really experienced that, either. Maybe I've been telling myself that I'm in love, when all it was was a crush, or a drawn-out attraction? It always dies out in the end, doesn't it? I can't even remember how many I thought I was in love with, and I've forgotten about them now.
I can't help it, I worship boys. Every day, as I watch them, on the bus; In the corridors; Shopping - I adore them, and wonder painfully why they can't watch me back. They may not always be attractive in the general sense - I might adore the way they walk, the way they move their hands, just a strange light in their eyes. And even boys I know, I can secretly love their personalities. But would anyone think about me that way?
Damn, how I hate being lonely! Why does loneliness always make me feel so romantic? It's like giving beautiful paintings to a blind man. What use have I of romance?
Sorry, I didn't intend this to be a long, soul-searching text about loneliness and love. Blame Paul McCartney - and Knut Åmås, who collected love quotes into the book Elsk meg litt, elsk meg lenge (= "Love me a little, love me a long time"). Things like that can mess up all feelings of content and independancy.
I wish to remind others that their time will also come. That's the only message worth passing on.
- E. M. Forster
I think love simply happens - no warning, you just meet someone and that's it. Everything fits, or things are arranged to fit. I've made friends like that - BAM, and there's no question about it.
I might very well later be immensely embarassed to have written this, but it's just the kind of mood I'm in now. What the heck.
P.S: Missy has been neutered, and she's doing fine - though still sceptical about my mother, who took her to the vet.
Lyric sample:
Had it been another day
I might have looked the other way
And I had never been aware
But as it is I'll dream of her tonight
In a strange mood, as it goes. There comes a time in a girl's life (out of my experience, anyway) when she feels ready to explode if she can't find somebody to love.
I want somebody to allow me to love them. And maybe, possibly, love me back.
I'll make it clear right away - I'm not one of those little girls who thinks every problem in life disappears the moment you find a boyfriend. I'm not even talking about sex. I'm talking about security, and emotional experience. No, actually, I don't know what I'm talking about. How can I? I have too little experience in these things.
I miss being love - though I'm not sure I've ever really experienced that, either. Maybe I've been telling myself that I'm in love, when all it was was a crush, or a drawn-out attraction? It always dies out in the end, doesn't it? I can't even remember how many I thought I was in love with, and I've forgotten about them now.
I can't help it, I worship boys. Every day, as I watch them, on the bus; In the corridors; Shopping - I adore them, and wonder painfully why they can't watch me back. They may not always be attractive in the general sense - I might adore the way they walk, the way they move their hands, just a strange light in their eyes. And even boys I know, I can secretly love their personalities. But would anyone think about me that way?
Damn, how I hate being lonely! Why does loneliness always make me feel so romantic? It's like giving beautiful paintings to a blind man. What use have I of romance?
Sorry, I didn't intend this to be a long, soul-searching text about loneliness and love. Blame Paul McCartney - and Knut Åmås, who collected love quotes into the book Elsk meg litt, elsk meg lenge (= "Love me a little, love me a long time"). Things like that can mess up all feelings of content and independancy.
I wish to remind others that their time will also come. That's the only message worth passing on.
- E. M. Forster
I think love simply happens - no warning, you just meet someone and that's it. Everything fits, or things are arranged to fit. I've made friends like that - BAM, and there's no question about it.
I might very well later be immensely embarassed to have written this, but it's just the kind of mood I'm in now. What the heck.
P.S: Missy has been neutered, and she's doing fine - though still sceptical about my mother, who took her to the vet.
