Adventures in Introspection

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Monday, January 4th, 2010
3:27 am - Impact
"We all have the potential to fall in love a thousand times in our lifetime. It's easy. The first girl I ever loved was someone I knew in sixth grade. Her name was Missy; we talked about horses. The last girl I love will be someone I haven't even met yet, probably. They all count. But there are certain people you love who do something else; they define how you classify what love is supposed to feel like. These are the most important people in your life, and you'll meet maybe four or five of these people over the span of 80 years. But there's still one more tier to all this; there is always one person you love who becomes that definition. It usually happens retrospectively, but it happens eventually. This is the person who unknowingly sets the template for what you will always love about other people, even if some of these loveable qualities are self-destructive and unreasonable. The person who defines your understanding of love is not inherently different than anyone else, and they're often just the person you happen to meet the first time you really, really, want to love someone. But that person still wins. They win, and you lose. Because for the rest of your life, they will control how you feel about everyone else."


--Chuck Klosterman, Killing Yourself to Live: 85% of a True Story

current mood: quoted for truth

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Saturday, October 24th, 2009
10:08 am - Let's be friends!
Ah yes, the virtues of platonic seduction.

current mood: ah yes

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Sunday, September 20th, 2009
4:08 am - The things we fear the most have already happened to us
One of my favorite moments in music comes in the form of a Jeff Buckley song. Somewhere out there, a live version exists where in So Real, Jeff Buckley builds up to a crescendo and sings out passionately, almost wailingly, to the point where it ends in a screech, "Oh, that was so real! Oh, that was SOOOOOOO REEEEEEEEAAAL!"

And then his voice drops down to a boyish whisper.

"I love you, but I'm afraid to love you."

He repeats, softer, "I love you, but I'm afraid to love... you."

And in an even softer whisper, almost purely air, "Afraid."


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Bonus: After the end of the song, he announces, "Stairway to Freebird, we're gonna do it right now, thank you!" And then he coughs a few times and says, "I think I messed up my voice."

current mood: nostalgic

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Thursday, September 17th, 2009
7:13 pm - Where Are They Now?
So I was telling [info]inklingfair about what the local LJ "scene" was like several years ago, and I couldn't help but pause for bouts of laughter. Thinking about all the LJ friending, unfriending, not-friending-back, deletions, revivals, migrations, multiple journals, secret journals, fake celebrity journals, the outings, the backstabbing, the gossip, the pretentiousness, and the politics made me simultaneously nostalgic and thankful that people, including me, eventually do grow up.

Emotionally-fraught ranting though - that never gets old.

current mood: Candy Candy

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Wednesday, September 2nd, 2009
12:39 pm - Zing
Within three years of its initial release, classifying any intense friendship as "totally a Harry-Met-Sally situation" had a recognizable meaning to everyone, regardless of whether or not they'd actually seen the movie. And that meaning remains clear and remarkably consistent: It implies that two platonic acquaintances are refusing to admit that they're deeply in love with each other. When Harry Met Sally cemented the plausibility of that notion, and it gave a lot of desperate people hope. It made it realistic to suspect your best friend may be your soul mate, and it made wanting such a scenario comfortably conventional. The problem is that the Harry-Met-Sally situation is almost always tragically unbalanced. Most of the time, the two involved parties are not really "best friends." Inevitably, one of the people has been in love with the other from the first day they met, while the other person is either (a) wracked with guilt and pressure, or (b) completely oblivious to the espoused attraction. Every relationship is fundamentally a power struggle, and the individual in power is whoever likes the other person less. But When Harry Met Sally gives the powerless, unrequited lover a reason to live. When this person gets drunk and tells his friends that he's in love with a woman who only sees him as a buddy, they will say, "You're wrong. You're perfect for each other. This is just like When Harry Met Sally! I'm sure she loves you--she just doesn't realize it yet." Nora Ephron accidentally ruined a lot of lives.
--Chuck Klosterman, Sex, Drugs and Cocoa Puffs

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Sunday, January 18th, 2009
10:29 pm - Masks
"No man, for any considerable period, can wear one face to himself and another to the multitude, without finally getting bewildered as to which may be the true."

--Nathaniel Hawthorne, The Scarlet Letter


current mood: blank

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Sunday, October 19th, 2008
6:11 pm - Slim Pickings
Last night's Chocolate Buffet at the Manila Peninsula was, in a word, underwhelming. The last time I went, back in 2004, my friends and I had so much fun, we tucked in truffles and macarons between paper towels and brought them home for our families to sample. (This time, we came Lock'n'Lock prepared!) After years of abstinence, Reitch, TJ, and I, plus Burt, Liz, and Paul (who had a Fun Run the next day), were really looking forward to feasting on all the chocolate we could possibly take. However, upon getting there, the buffet was not as good as I remembered. This time there were only 2 small buffet tables, no chocolate fondue fountain, no crepes freshly made by a crepe-maker, no macarons, and very little variety between dishes. I mean, you could get chocolate tortes, cakes, mousses, tarts and brownies just about anywhere else, so what's to set this one apart? The most imaginative thing there was the nigiri sushi made with a chocolate bed, sticky sweet rice, topped with a slice of mango or kiwi. The most exciting thing for me were the truffles... but nobody comes to a chocolate buffet just for the truffles. There was nothing exceptional, nothing that kept us coming back for seconds and thirds, nothing that made us want to stuff our faces and proclaim to the world that everyone, yes everyone, ought to partake in this decadent madness! The chocolate sculptures were pretty nice though, and the lobby was pleasant and conducive to conversation, with its dim lights and music from a string quartet on the balcony. It was a nice evening out with friends, there's that.

Random l'etranger moments... )

current mood: ho-hum

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