An Idiot Meets An Idiom
Posted by: justine on: Fri, 07/1/11
Someone told me that a great way to welcome the second half of the year is by writing an awesome blog post that could give Ernest Hemingway a run for his money. I thought, utter bullcrap. Why compete with someone who can run no longer? And I’m pretty sure 50 years of underground isolation would ‘ve rendered him penniless.
Oh heavens, shoot me. For this post alone, I beg you to shoot me.
The heart is not the only organ we have.
Posted by: justine on: Tue, 06/28/11
- In: Psychoanalysis | Reality
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X: Sometimes we say too much or write too much, dismissing the fact that maybe someone somewhere feels singled out, pierced by the words we’ve spun. That and the uncomfortable status of tingling loneliness. That and the desperate moans issuing from their hearts. It’s never wrong to let the world know how happy you are, but a little sensitivity might help those whose hearts break.
Y: We were told to share our happiness. To declare that which makes our hearts skip a beat. Would others’ pain be upon my shoulders if I publicly announced how happy I am? It’s never fair to hinder one’s happiness just because someone feels unhappy. One’s not a victim if s/he feels uncomfortable because of someone’s happiness.
X: The heart cannot be taught what it must feel.
Y: The heart is not the only organ we have.
I Sabotage Quotes – Part III
Posted by: justine on: Wed, 06/8/11
- In: Quotes
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Some words show up like a spewing volcano. Deadly, red, hot, undesirable. Some stay hidden. Frozen, unnoticed, stale. There are those, though, that remain in between.
During a battle of words, one must talk. The other would listen, then air his side. With due decorum, both would settle. No flags raised, no reputation tarnished.
Less talk, less mistakes.
Not all the time.
Those songs are not for you.
Posted by: justine on: Tue, 06/7/11
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If it says “babe” and you call your boyfriend “love”
If it’s about marriage and it’s clear you’re just friends
If it’s about breaking up and you haven’t even been in a relationship
If it involves romantic walks in Paris and you haven’t even been there.
If they’re not about you, they’re clearly not for you. I’m not saying don’t listen to them. I’m just saying put the sappiness some place else. Try the ice caps.
Four of Me
Posted by: justine on: Mon, 06/6/11
I ordered nido soup for lunch today. We asked and found out that a regular order’s good for four people. Four. I chuckled, wishing the question was never raised. I have a perfect excuse, though: a craving’s a craving, so they say. And they don’t have single-order soup on their menu, so I got the next best thing. Pretty decent excuse, yes? And there are four of me anyway. There’s the semi-retard, the wordfreak, the grammar nazi, and the other one who just happens to exist. The gluttonous four care not about each other’s existence, but they unite in the event that a restaurant menu doesn’t give a rat’s ass whether a person only wants single-sized meal. That’s how they roll.
Spoons up to you, fellas, spoons up.
