Indecision

I used to be in-

Decisive, but now I’m not

So sure.  Trench warfare.

Sestina

Looks within your eyes are cloudy

But I don’t think that there will be any tears.

Can’t help but feel responsible a bit,

Though doubtful it’s entirely my fault.

Can there be a fault? Or does it happen

That things just seem to occur on their own?

—

I feel like you are just afraid to own

Anything that turns your vision cloudy;

If it was your glitch, it didn’t happen.

But I can’t tell if you are faking tears;

Or if they are real, maybe it’s your fault.

I’m just watching you do a comic bit.

—

Are you trying to lead me by the bit?

Or don’t you want me to choose on my own?

Could be we’re standing on top of a fault

Primed to fall into darkness cloudy

Where there is no telling whether the tears

Increase, decrease, ever really happen.

—

Do you need a reason? Is this just happen-

Stance, like fate took you in her mouth and bit;

Mashing, chomping, chewing, until your tears

Kept flowing and flowing; is it you they own?

Uh oh, the rain with a chance of cloudy

Returns, I dislike, no matter who’s fault.

—

I don’t think it matters who is at fault.

We’re here.  And now we control what happens.

Let’s see clearer, though the glass is cloudy,

Know that I can make out a little bit

of sunshine; bright, lovely potential.  Own

Them.  Use them to clean the glass, all those tears.

—

You know, I guess they’re not so bad, those tears.

It doesn’t mean that I like it, but fault

Is youth, therefore I forbid tears to own

Me. They bend to my will.  What can happen

Good if my emotions I exhibit?

I won’t bow to melancholy cloudy.

—

In the end, no matter what happens,

Just calm down, and bear the copious faults

Of deperire, and improve the countenance cloudy.

Song of the Week: July 25 – 31

Kountry Gentleman

Family Force 5 (Business Up Front, Party in the Back)

2006 Maverick

This song is ridiculous.  Really.

Ridiculously AWESOME!!!!  🙂  I dare you to listen to this track without smiling, jumping around, or moving. Can’t be done.  Is this deep, meaningful songwriting?  Heck no!  But it sure is fun.  Get the party started! And watch what you say around my momma — she raised me in the durrty south.

Q & A

Question: Why do guys have trouble calling girls for the first time?

Well, the short answer is:  they’re nervous.  And probably insecure about themselves.  If a guy is insecure, he will have low confidence levels, and when he sees a cute girl, it is mortifying to call.  Fear of rejection is a huge thing, too.  But rejection isn’t so bad once you get used to it. 😉  I would tell all guys that they NEED to call the girl, too, and not just text them.  It opens up communication in a much more emotionally charged medium, and then the girl can actually hear the tonality in your voice.  I think you’d give a guy a chance (assuming you gave him your number in the first place) if he sounded super-nervous, right?

Question: What is your biggest complaint when it comes to dating?

My biggest complaint is that there aren’t enough places where it is socially acceptable to meet people.  When I say that, i’m referring to group gatherings.  I mean, you can meet people at a bar (not really my style), you can meet people at friend’s parties, maybe work, but that’s tricky.  So what does that leave? The grocery store?  I mean, I suppose I can talk to her about fruit in the produce section, but that seems to be crossing the creeper line.  And though the online thing works for some, that’s not really my taste.  That is my biggest complaint.

Question: How can we stretch out of our comfort zones?

I think the best way to get yourself out of your comfort zone is to go meet a new person.  Seriously.  Just pick a person you think looks cool, and just say, “hey, my name is …., and I think your shoes are cool.”  Or whatever.  Just go talk to a person you have never talked to before.  Even if it’s your Starbucks barista.  Baristas are people, too.

Surprise!

Beat back the idle tides of moodiness,

Replace it with predictability;

Though guessing is hardly a guarantee,

Surprises still continue in excess.

They shift and move and border the grotesque

Turn up, turn down, with full mobility

Lie dormant, pretending to be asleep;

Set in ink, lie unread upon the desk.

But free will gives birth to all surprises

And breaks the locks on every box there is.

Expect the unexpected everyday;

Freedom that the untrained mind despises

Should be embraced by everyone that his

Reasons and feelings unlock the doorway.

The Feeling

Discord, strife, tensions, and feelings mounting,

Building, growing, moving, all toward one

Giant letdown.  You can feel it sinking

Lower, down, down, down, until all is done.

Come sunstorm, rainstorm, still, you’re not alone.

Oh, to be a machine — scientific,

Metallic, cold as ice, no flesh and bone.

The absence of feeling quite horrific;

Don’t let it go.  You will miss it when it’s gone.

Static Cling

If you want to scare a guy away, the surefire way to do it is to talk about marriage.  Before you’re even dating.

Ladies, I implore you: do not mention marriage (to anyone I know) before I have dated you for a while.  Please.  It makes me think you are a clingy, creepy, obsessive, stalker who has planned my whole life in advance.  And that is not the person I want to date. I would like to make my own choice, thank you very much.  If I carry your purse around, a least let me choose whether or not I will carry your purse around.  It’s the same type of thing. Only slightly more important, as it’s my entire life.

I once dated a girl (crazy, right!) who, after we had been going out for 3 weeks, mentioned to my sister that I was the type of guy she could see herself marrying.  My sister was slightly creeped out for me (thanks, sis), and let me know.  I am not a fan of super-early preparation of my own wedding, before I’ve even decided if I should ask a girl to be my girlfriend (which always seems to sound dorky, no matter how you say it; you just hope they think it’s cute).

Ladies, please.  It’s not that you can’t think about; just don’t tell me.  I don’t want to know.  Ignorance IS bliss, and I would at least like to have the illusion that I can make my own choices.  Thank you.

P.S. Don’t be clingy, either.  Equally as weird, and slightly more annoying.  It makes me think you’re insecure and have no other friends.  Even if you do.